All That Matters (For realfield)

This is a style of cap that I don't do too often, forced sissy slave type situations, but I owed realfield a capback over at Rachel's Haven and this is the story that I came up with. Some parts were surprisingly easy to write, but I did often find myself wondering at certain points where to go from there. Let me know what you think! I owe her another capback as well so you may see another of similar style coming out soon!

Bodysuit Mischief

How Embarrassing (For Dee)

Again, here's another cap in a style that I don't usually do: an accidental magical transformations with a forced compulsive behavior twist to it. I got stuck writing this a couple of times, especially when it come to how to end it, but I'm fairly happy with the way it turned out. Not quite as happy with the layout though...but hey, you win some you lose some! Oh my, I think I just came up with my next caption concept...

Looking Up (and a new idea!)

So I'm pretty excited for this and I hope all of you lovely readers will humor me with this. While I was writing this cap, this idea suddenly struck me. I would write the beginnings of a cap which would also be capable of working as a stand alone, but it would be left on a sort of edge so that you could finish it! So that's exactly what I did! I've also written my own ending to this story as well, which is below the first image, but I would love to see what you guys can come up! (click on "read more" to see my ending!)

You can leave a comment with your ending or email me at kaitlyn.marshall23@yahoo.com if your submission is too long. I'm looking forward to see what you guys come up with!

Finish this story! Post a comment or email me!

 Want to see my ending? Click on "read more"!


And here is my ending. I have to give Sammie over at Rachel's Haven credit for the idea. She often comes up with these lovely captions involving an accepting guy and I like sweet endings so this is the one I came up with! The faded slightly black and white background image was also inspired by the style of her caps. If you haven't taken a look at her work yet, I encourage you to do so soon! She's done some great caps! You can find her gallery over at Rachel's Haven here. If you're not already a member of Rachel's Haven, you'll have to register and meet the minimum requirements for gallery access in order to view the caps in her gallery, but I'd totally encourage you to do so, it's totally worth it!


Also, if you're a keen reader of my captions, you might notice something a little different in this one! Found it yet? If you said the use of the name Van-Morgan then you are correct! I've gone through a number of monikers over the years and previously I've signed my caps (if I did) as Kendall Englehardt. Recently however, Mistress Simone, whom I met at Rachel's Haven made for me a lovely cap in which she used the name Kendall Van-Morgan. Something about that name just felt right and as such, I've taken it up as my own. Mistress Simone also has her own caption blog and if you haven't checked it out already, I'd definitely encourage you to check her out! Her stuff is pretty top notch! Click here to be taken to her blog.


So without further adieu, here is my ending to Looking Up:

Two Caps!: Make Me Proud and Timid Adventures

So here's the skinny, as I was writing this story, I had two ideas in my head that both began the same, but ended differently. I decided to cap the same picture twice with the dialogues that I ended up writing and post  both! Let me know which one you like better!

Make Me Proud:

Timid Adventures:

Make Me Proud focuses more on the sissy element and Cindy, the transformed individual is portrayed as a pre-op transsexual that has undergone all other surgeries. There is no emphasis placed on passing as the male partner in the story knows about her "specialness". 

Timid Adventures on the other hand features a post-op transsexual who is trying out sex with a man for the first time and is worried that he might find out about who she used to be. 

Both captions feature an additional female figure, Claire, that provides guidance and encouragement for Cindy, though the manner in which this is done is slightly different. Make Me Proud portrays Claire as a sort of domineering mistress who may or may not forcibly transformed Cindy. Timid Adventures however portrays Claire in a more loving light and little is hinted at whether or not it was a willing transformation.

Transcripts for both of the caps above are given below as follows:

Make Me Proud:

There, there, don’t be scared Cindy.

But he’s so big…and handsome. I want him to like me Claire and I’m scared that he won’t. What if he doesn’t like me Claire?

Not like you? Nonsense! What’s there not to like? I’ve made you into the perfect buxom blonde bombshell, sculpted to perfection by the finest surgeons that money could buy, and after all that practice I’ve put you through, you’re practically a lovemaking expert, even if he is actually your first. A man would have to be a complete and utter lunatic not to be absolutely infatuated by a girl like you.

Even with the something special that I have hidden away?

Especially with that something special, Cindy. This fine young gentleman is in fact fifteen hundred dollars an hour infatuated by you. Now smile, Cindy, and go show the man just how much you’re worth. Make your mistress proud.

Timid Adventures:

There, there, don’t be scared Cindy.

But he’s so big…and handsome. I want him to like me Claire and I’m scared that he won’t. What if he doesn’t like me Claire?

Not like you? Nonsense! What’s there not to like? I’ve made you into the perfect buxom blonde bombshell, sculpted to perfection by the finest surgeons that money could buy, and after all that practice I’ve put you through, you’re practically a lovemaking expert, even if he is actually your first. A man would have to be a complete and utter lunatic not to be absolutely infatuated by a girl like you.

A girl like me? But won’t he figure out that I wasn’t always—

This beautiful? Every flower blossoms in her own time; you just needed a little extra help. No, he won’t know. With all the work that’s been done on you, no one could ever guess that you weren’t born a girl. As far as he’s concerned, we’re just a sexy lesbian couple spicing up our love life. He won’t ever know while he’s fucking you that you still had a sissy clit where your new pussy is just a few months ago. Ooh, I’m getting all wet just thinking about him fucking you senseless and by his huge bulge, so is he.

Hey! I’m starting to feel like a third wheel here with all that whispering going on over there. Why don’t you ladies put your lips to use where they’d be better appreciated.

Sure, baby. You ready Cindy? Let’s blow his mind. 

I'd love to hear your comments and thoughts on these caps! Which style did you prefer? Let me know in the comments below!

Ensnarement

Such a pretty girl. No one will ever suspect her for anything. Unfortunately, she isn't who she seems to be. Another installment in the adventures of Spectre, covert operator extraordinaire.

One thing I've thought about doing lately was to post the transcript of my caps in addition to the cap itself, so I'm giving it a try here. What do you guys think? Would you like me to post the transcripts of my cap as well?

Transcript:

Spectre smiled to himself as he glanced upon his reflection in the compact and then at the face of the unconscious girl on the floor; they were indistinguishable. The life like mask and high quality prosthetics were astoundingly authentic and the makeup had taken care of the rest. Even stripped naked the two of them could’ve easily been mistaken for identical twins, though that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. The drugs he’d injected Miss Wittry with would last another few hours, more than enough time to accomplish the task at hand. 

She was such a pretty girl, it wasn’t hard to see why Minister Lukyanenko favored her so, shame he didn’t have more time, but he had a job to do. He’d been meticulous in his preparation, studying her behavior, learning her mannerisms, and mimicking the pitch and tone of her low, sultry voice. He’d even been careful to use her fragrant floral perfume after slipping into her silky clothes. Perfectly disguised as the beautiful Miss Wittry, he would have no trouble at all walking past security, even in ‘her’ high stiletto heels, and straight to the Minister’s office, where ‘her’ slinky sashay and coquettish smile were sure to catch his attention. Then, with her bedroom eyes, she’d entice him with a seductive sway and lure him into a private chamber, where behind locked doors and soundproof walls, the trap would be sprung…

Flying High

Hey all! Sorry I haven't been around for a bit, life's getting a bit hectic at the moment so I probably won't be able to post too many caps between now and the new year! I'll do my best though! In the meantime, here's one to help curb your appetite! :)

Things were not going well for Spectre, his mission had been a success, but he’d missed the preplanned extraction on account of a few unforeseen entanglements. He’d have to find his own way out now. Disguised as an old lady, he’d successfully made it into the airport, but getting past the heightened security and onto a plane was going to be a challenge. Sitting down on a bench, he placed his large, dull colored, duffle bag down next to him as his watchful eyes surveyed the surroundings. It was the group of Virgin Atlantic flight attendants however, that caught his eye, with a special interest being placed upon one that had excused herself from the group and headed towards the restroom. Seizing his chance, he followed her in. Then, after ensuring that the two of them would be alone, he made his move; she never saw it coming.

20 minutes later he was dressed in her tight, crisp, bright red, uniform and putting the finishing touches on ‘her’ makeup, making sure that it was perfect; ‘she’ was a proper flight attendant now after all, even if ‘she’ was wearing a rather raunchy set of lingerie underneath. According to ‘her’ documents, she was now Miss Sara Quinn of Hollister, California, who was soon to be age twenty-seven in just a few weeks. Quietly exiting the restroom with ‘her’ bags in tow, she quickly headed towards ‘her’ terminal at a brisk pace, the rhythmic swish of her skirt and click of her heels setting the tempo of her walk. Getting into character wouldn’t be hard; it was the getting too much into character that worried her. Already, she found herself sashaying down the path as if it were a fashion catwalk, much to the amusement of several men inside the terminal. She even flashed a cute smile back at the handsome security guard who had just winked at her as he waved her through security. His obvious attraction delighted her unexpectedly and she couldn’t help but play the tease, brushing her hand over his pants, as she walked by. The response that elicited filled her with glee. Damn this was going to be a fun flight home. 

Prom Dates

Hey Everybody! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in awhile! I'm home for the holidays at the moment and as such, I don't get much of an opportunity to write or make my captions. I did find some time the other day though to start finish this one however. I probably won't be back to my regular capping rate until early January most likely, so sorry for that! I hope you guys like this one and in case I don't get to get on again soon, I would like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Okay, get ready Aaron, they’re here to pick us up now. I only told Brad that I’d found Matt a special date for prom, whether or not he finds out just how ‘special’ is up to you. As far as they’re concerned, you’re just my sweet little cousin, ‘Amanda’, from out of town. Now don’t you fret, as gorgeous as you are, they’d never guess what you’re really hiding beneath that flirty white dress of yours or the fact that you’re actually my step brother Aaron! I’ll admit, when I first caught you in my skirts, I was quite shocked and I considered telling mom and dad, but now, I’m glad I didn’t. It’s been so much fun having a cute little cousin, teaching you how to use my makeup, helping you get dressed, and of course, going shopping together! I still adore the fact that I got to buy you your very first pair of a bra and panties, but especially they look on your face once we put those breast forms in, so worth it! You know, I never thought I’d actually say this, but damn, we look sexy together! Tonight’s gonna be so much fun! Okay, here they come, ready for your debut? Big smile for the boys now!

Naughty or Nice

So the idea came to me and I really wanted to do a Christmas themed cap, but being super busy, I wasn't able to finish it until just now! It's hard to caption when there's so many people in your house! But technically it's still Christmas day! At least where I live anyways, so here it is. I have another idea stirring in my mind, so you may see another one from me soon, but for the moment, here's my first Christmas cap ever!

It was going to be another mundane Christmas this year for Robert, no one to share it with and not even a half inch of snow on the ground to make it a white Christmas. The only bright spot in his evening had been the surprise package he had discovered on his doorstep, a Christmas present from his beautiful but rather peculiar neighbor, Sabrina.  It was no surprise then that the contents had been as unique as the giver herself: an ornately decorated glass vial containing a rich purple concoction, with only a cryptic note to explain the mysterious liquid. The note read:

Of this vial,
Add half a cup,
Then after awhile,
Drink it up!

May all your dreams come true,

Sabrina

Robert wasn’t sure what she meant, but decided to give her little brew a try anyways. The drink was surprisingly strong and it wasn’t long before he had decided to snuggle up on the couch for a cozy little nap.

Sometime later, Robert was oddly awoken by the sound of loud boots clomping about. As he drowsily opened his eyes, he was surprised to see the jolly man himself in his apartment, only he seemed younger…and more attractive than he remembered. Wait a minute, attractive? The growing arousal down in his nether regions was undeniable, yet was also unlike any other, different from all his past experiences.

Then suddenly, as if someone had lifted the veils from his eyes, the realization that he was now a woman hit him, but she didn’t panic. In fact, she felt more complete than ever. To be a woman was a dream she’d given up long, long ago, yet against all scientific thought and logical reasoning, the magic had just happened to make it all come true.

Looking at the man in red with new eyes, Sara, as she’d decided to call herself, greeted her visitor with a purr, “Hey Santa”. The rich, breathy, sultriness of her voice surprised her; every syllable seemed to ooze sex, just like all the curves of her body.

 “Well hello there young lady,” Santa said as he turned around, “have you been a good girl lately or have you been naughty?”

Sara thought for a moment, then eased herself off the couch,  “Why don’t I let you decide?” she purred as she lowered herself onto her knees before him. Freeing his engorged member from the restraints of his trousers, Sara was pleasantly surprised to find that it was already stiff and hard. Knowing that she was turning him on turned her on even more. She began her work, hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as she saw him writhing in the building pleasure, until she suddenly felt him tense as he climaxed, spurting a humongous load of fresh, warm, cum down her throat and all over her face. Sara just smiled. There might not have been any snow outside, but it looked like she was going to have her white Christmas after all!

New Beginnings

So I mentioned in my previous post that I had another idea for a caption that I'd post soon...this isn't it, but it's another one! The previously mentioned idea is still in the works, but please enjoy this one for now :)

“Hey Bill, I uh…whoa!” Tom’s jaw dropped as he walked in through Bill’s bedroom door and saw a bare buxom blonde nestled comfortably in Bill’s bed sheets, “Sorry about that miss, didn’t know my buddy had company. I’ll just uh—“

“Stay,” she commanded, then in a softer tone, “please, Tom.”

Her powerful tone caught Tom by surprise, as did the inflection of her sultry voice. It sounded extremely familiar, yet he couldn’t quite place it, but he was sure he would’ve remembered meeting a bombshell like her. “I’m sorry miss, do I uh, know you?”

“Look at me.”

Tom scoffed, “Believe me, I am”. As if any man could do anything but look at her. 

“No, look at me.”

Tom sighed and rolled his eyes, but played along. If anything, she was giving him a free pass to ogle her all he wanted, and he certainly wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity. Looking at her was like looking at pure beauty. She had gorgeous long legs, smooth silky skin, and a beautifully cushioned derriere. Her figure was that of a perfect hourglass and her wavy blonde locks framed her seductive smile perfectly. Her baby blue eyes glistened like sapphires as they twinkled with delight, conveying a peculiar air of familiarity that seemed oddly reminiscent of…no…that wasn’t possible…yet…but it couldn’t… there was no way…but he knew that look in her eye…was it possible? 

“Bill?” He half expected her to either burst out in laughter or smack him in the face for such a ridiculous guess. Instead, she just smiled. 

“Bingo, but please, call me Mandy.”

Tom stood there speechless for a few seconds before he could begin to muster up his words, “Bil—I mean Mandy, I uh, I don’t understand, you’re a—“

“Woman, Tom? Don’t look so surprised. We’ve been friends for a long time, a long, long time. You knew about my secret desires, you even helped me put them behind me, if momentarily, given that there wasn’t a way to realize them. But guess what Tom? I found a way, stumbled across it more like it. Call it magic if you like, I call it a dream come true. It made me, me. It gave me the body I had always desired.” 

Mandy gestured to herself as she stood up and began to glide her way across the floor towards him, giving him a full frontal view of her naked form all the while. 

“These are actually my breasts, my hips, and my pussy now and it’s all real, no more silicone or latex. I am a woman now, mind, body, and soul. And I have a woman’s desires, desires I need a man to satisfy,” her voice suddenly slowed and fell to barely above a whisper, “desires that you could satisfy.” By this time, her body was pressed fully into his, allowing him to feel her soft curves and submitting herself in a powerful display of femininity.  

“I uh,” Tom began to stammer, tingling at the caress of her warm flesh and becoming intoxicated by her sweet perfume, “I’m not sure what to say, but I think that any man who would turn you down would have to be a fool, and I’m not a fool.” He gently wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to put a hand on his chest. 

Then, staring into her eyes, he continued, “But…if we’re going to do this, I want to do this right. What do you say to dinner? Seven o’clock? I hear there’s this great new Italian place in town, supposed to have the best pasta alla carbonara around, and we could finish it off by sharing a dolce Monte Bianco, what do you say?”

Mandy let out a cheerful laugh, “You are such a gentleman! That sounds like a lovely evening to me”. Then, with a naughty glint in her eye, “But don’t you be too proper now, I expect more than kiss on a first date…”

Photshoot Fill-in

Hey Everyone!

For anyone wondering, yes, I am alive and doing well. I apologize for a lack of posting or any activity as of late. Some things have happened in my life that has prevented me from participating in this part of my life, not all bad, just things. So with that being said, my posting will probably be rather irregular for some time to come until things settle down for me. 

I did however not want to leave the month of January without having made a single post, so I'll be posting two different captions I've managed to write in what little time that I did have. The first, Photoshoot Fill-in is below while the second, Undisturbed, is in a separate post below. Hope you like them!

Undisturbed

A sort of quick and short caption, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do with the plot when I saw the picture.

Submissive Power

Yes, I know it's an oxymoron, but it's hard to come up with titles okay! Here's a little idea I had that I ended up writing a caption for. Let me know what you guys think!

Transcript:

Knelt down on his knees in delicate submission, Alex could only look up with an expression of anticipatory dread as his rival, Bill, gently stroked the long, dark brown hair of Alex’s wig. It was of the highest quality, made with real human hair, and extremely expensive, but the authenticity of the wig was clearly eliciting the desired effect. The tickle of its silky locks and the intoxicating scent of a sweet perfume emanating from within all served to complete the illusion that was Clarice.

It was an illusion that Alex had worked diligently to create, easily spending hours to perfect her appearance. Her secret life however had been discovered when Bill had caught her with her panties down near the end of her transformational process. It hadn’t taken Bill long to realize the implications of his discovery and the potential power he now possessed over Clarice’s life. Threatening to expose her unless she could otherwise persuade him, Clarice had no trouble deciphering Bill’s hint. With no other choice, she had meekly complied.

Unbeknownst to Bill however, his discovery of Clarice had been no mere accident. Clarice had intentionally staged her own exposal and subtly orchestrated the events that followed, leading Bill right into her trap. Her feminine wiles had made it amazingly effortless, letting Bill think that he was in total control whilst she pulled his strings. It was a façade that would not last much longer. She would soon be in total control of his pleasure and within a few minutes, possess all the video evidence she needed to bring his entire being under her power, forever. 

Feminine Fantasies

Guess sometimes those creative juices just get flowing in my head! Wasn't expecting to be posting another cap already, but here it is! I think I've hit a creative mood at the moment so maybe I'll crank some more out over the next few days! 

This one started as being so much shorter...but as I was writing it, it just got longer...and longer...and longer...and longer. I contemplated splitting this caption into two separate captions or splitting it into two panels, but in the end, I decided to keep it as one and go with the layout below. Hope you guys like it!

Transcript:

Brianna squirmed as she rubbed her little sissy clit harder and harder, her bright red dildo still sticking out from between her luscious cheeks. With the promise of the whole weekend to herself, she had wasted no time in casting aside her male persona for girlish pleasures. As Brianna, she had found herself drawn to her older sister’s bedroom, where she could bask in its air of femininity. But as she had lain in her sister’s bed, simply basking had become no longer enough. She wanted more than just to look like a woman, she wanted to feel like one too.

She pretended that she was fingering herself, screaming in ecstasy as an ocean of sensation overwhelmed her: the invasive pleasures of her dildo, the touch of her silky white stockings against her hairless skin, the floral scent of her feminine perfume, and the feverish squeals of her own practiced voice. In her fantasy world, Brian was only a figment of her imagination. Here, she could be who she desired to be. She could be beautiful, and desired by men who would love her passionately. Her lover would embrace her, worship her, possess her, and her him. She could be a girl, a true girl, and never again would Brianna have to be whisper in the dark.

Her thoughts were instantly interrupted as someone loudly cleared their throat. As she opened her eyes, she was startled to find Josh, one of her sister’s guy friends, standing in the doorway. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know, knew. Josh shifted uncomfortably and it was only then that Brianna noticed the large bulge swelling in his pants. Oh my, did I do that to him?

Josh broke the silence, “Ahem, well, Alice just wanted me to come by and see if you were doing alright by yourself. I think I’ll just leave now, you can go about your business…just uh, let me know if you need anything,” Josh finished as he began to turn and walk away.

“Wait!” Brianna called out after him, rushing to his side. “There is…something…that I need…you.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Then slowly, a warm smile began to form on Josh’s face, “I was hoping you might say that.” He paused for a moment, and then pulled her into his arms, gently planting a kiss on her lips.  

Brianna felt herself swoon, but his strong arms didn’t let her fall. Could this really be real? Or was this all a dream? Gazing into her lover’s eyes, she just simply knew. Josh was the man of her fantasies, but he was no figment of her imagination. Her journey into womanhood was about to begin.  

Primal Initiation

The ideas are just flowing right now...

Transcript:

“Matt…when I…I’m gonna…just…fuck you!” Alex managed to finally exclaim between breaths. 

Goddamnit, why did I let Matt talk me into this? I found a spell book in my grandmother’s attic he’d said. Come over and let’s try it out, it’ll be fun he’d said. 

And it had been, until Alex had been turned into a gorgeous bombshell blonde, a very horny and gorgeous bombshell blonde. Being the good friend that Matt was, Matt had been unable to stand the unfulfilled state of his now gorgeous friend, and had taken it upon himself to satisfy her overpowering needs. Alex’s emotional state was one of total confusion, pitting anger and disgust against ardor and ecstasy, leaving her utterly helpless in the whirlwind of passion.

 She screamed as Matt continued to pound her virgin body relentlessly. He had entered her without reservation, parting the folds of her womanly flesh and initiating her through the rites of womanhood in the most primal fashion imaginable. Bestial squeals and guttural moans filled the air. Pain and pleasure mixed freely as new sensations overcame the resistance of Alex’s mind, “Don’t stop, Matt! I just…wanna…keep fucking you…to keep fucking you…until you’ve cum…within me…over and over again…cum for me Matt…show me how good I make you feel…cum for me!” 

A Different Sort of Roommate

So I was searching for a different type of picture for another caption when I came across this one...the idea just immediately jumped into my head and I had to write it. Keeping it short was the hardest part! I was only able to find this one picture unfortunately so I couldn't make it into multiple panels, so I had to make it all fit on one!

Transcript:

“Whoa!” Tom was startled to awaken to the sight of a lithe brunette, naked in his bed, with a velvet hand wrapped around his engorged member. “I…uh…who—” Tom suddenly gasped as her deft darting tongue expertly traced the underside of the head, nearly causing him to release his load right then and there.  

She stopped and shot him a naughty look. “Not yet you don’t. I haven’t finished my fun yet,” giving him a playful pout.

Tom was bewildered, “I’m sorry, but who are you and how did you get in here?”

The girl seemed unperturbed, releasing his cock momentarily to answer, “Does it really matter?” then quickly resumed her previous activities.

“Well uh…I guess…I mean…” Tom was beginning to question his own sanity: a gorgeous girl in his bed giving him the blowjob of his life and he was wondering who she was? The girl did have a point.

“You really don’t recognize me do you?”

Now Tom was really puzzled. Should he? “Uh…no, I don’t, sorry.”

She giggled, surprising Tom. “Well, if you must know, it’s me, Dan, your roommate, but I go by Jill when I get all dressed up like this.”

Tom was stunned. The facial resemblance was there…and that would explain the makeup he’d found in the bathroom…and the clothes that Dan claimed belonged to his girlfriend. Tom could only look on in total shock as the pieces began to fit together, “Dan!?”

“Please, it’s Jill.”

“Right, Jill, but I, I don’t understand! How is this possible? I mean you’ve got…well you know and you don’t seem to have a…a…anymore!”

“Penis, Tom? It’s shocking, I know, but I have a special vaginal panty that makes me look like a girl down there. It’s fully functional too, an extremely realistic feel, so I’ve heard, as are these breast forms. I’ve never actually had the opportunity to test them out per say though. I’m sorry for deceiving you Tom. I hope you’re not mad.”

Tom sighed, “That’s alright. I’m just not…not quite sure what to think right now.”

“Then don’t think, or just think of me as a girl, who happens to be a little…different.”

Tom remained quiet for a moment, then spoke, “So, you said you’d never tested out your ‘equipment’ before…how’d you like for me to help?”

Freudian Slip

A different approach from the one I usually take, but the story formed itself in my mind as I was soon as I stumbled across this picture, so I went with it. It's a lot more subtle than normal and I went with almost a script like feel. It's definitely different, but I think it still works. Let me know what you guys think!

Transcript:


SARAH: Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

MARIE/ALEX: Of course, business is business.

SARAH: Right, I believe this should put everything in order. I do realize that the circumstances must seem rather strange to you, a woman requesting you, but my true purpose in asking you here today was to ask for your assistance…with a slight problem of mine.

MARIE/ALEX: I’m listening.

SARAH: Wonderful, you see, after seeing your show at the club last night, I found myself in utter disbelief that a girl as pretty as you could in fact be a male performer. And it was as I was watching a particular gentleman lusting after you that the idea struck me. You see, my relationship, with my husband, has been…difficult, as of late and I have reason to suspect that he is being unfaithful, but I have no proof. You could help me get that proof, which in turn could be used as all sorts of leverage. The reason I’m asking you is that with you, I would not have to worry about you becoming involved in another affair with him, given the nature of your true…you understand.

MARIE/ALEX: I do. There is no denying that yours is a truly unusual request, but I do believe that I could be persuaded into it, given the proper circumstances.

SARAH: Naturally. My gratitude for your assistance in the matter would be extraordinary, double the usual.

MARIE/ALEX: How very generous. I accept.

SARAH: Splendid, I will contact you shortly with the details. Pleasure meeting with you.

MARIE/ALEX: Oh believe me, the pleasure will be all mine...

Invisible Intentions

Transcript:

Marie looked up in fear as her captors towered around her. She couldn’t see them, but she knew they were there because she could overhear them talking about her. Seven months ago, she had been a normal businessman named Steve, but his desire for profit had taken him a bit too far. 

Their voices murmured in the dark as Marie waited helplessly, “Subject is progressing well. Facial reconstruction successful, subject now possesses a fully feminized face. Hair recoloration and restructuring of the hips has also been conducted as requested. Suggest breast augmentation next, with final surgery soon to follow. Also suggest that the subject be…”

Her mind tuned out the rest. Final surgery. The words sent chills down her spine. For months now, she’d been subjected to their forceful procedures and although she was glad to be near the end of it, the implications frightened her. It didn’t take a genius to understand what was happening. The weight loss, the hair removal, the surgeries all pointed to one thing: feminization. By now, the constant double doses of female hormones had given her a soft girlish figure, with curves in all the right places. Even her voice had changed, losing its deep, commanding tone. It sounded light and dainty now, perfectly matching the rest of her body, save for that last remaining vestige of her masculinity, but even that would be removed from her soon. Marie shivered.

Marie abruptly became vaguely aware that the discussion about her had ended as her mind grew silent. Then from out of the shadows, a different voice suddenly spoke. Its calm, even tone was eerily unsettling, “You shouldn’t have crossed us, Steve. Though I’m kinda glad you did. Such a pretty little thing you make.” 

Footsteps echoed across the hardwood, a door slammed, and then all fell silent. She was once again alone. For several minutes, she remained motionless. Then, a vulpine smile slowly formed upon Marie’s delicate new face as she gazed upon her naked form. I’m kind of glad I did too.

Love Reciprocated

Transcript:

Angelica moaned with ardor as Tommy continued to pleasure her, orally stimulating her blood-engorged member without reservation. Her tensed thighs rested on his broad chiseled shoulders; they felt strong and secure. In the air, their blossoming love conjoined with the fragrance of the rose petals that lay scattered around the room. Her soft moans soon turned into feverish screams as Tommy’s gentle passion aroused a deep well within her. She felt a safe familiarity within his touch, but also an exciting sense of things to come. She had bared her all with him and he had responded in kind. 

It was a new, but welcome experience for Angelica. Never before had she felt more accepted for who she was. It didn’t matter to Tommy that she was a little different from most other girls, that her past was unlike others, or that her birth certificate stated XY. He still treated her as a woman, a beautiful woman. How she had ever been so lucky to meet someone like Tommy she didn’t know, but she gave thanks every day that she had. 

Her body suddenly tensed as the familiar euphoric sensations overwhelmed her. When the pleasure finally subsided, she sat up and quietly turned around as she prepared to take the matters of his pleasure into her own hands. She might not have been a genetic girl, but that wouldn’t stop her from pleasing him as one. She just hoped that he was ready for her, because he was about to get the time of his life, and it would all begin with a light flick of the tongue…

Scandalous Studies

Transcript:

Katie Jones might’ve been many things, rich, pretty, and popular, but book smart was not one of them. Despite her many pleas and protests, the administration had threatened to expel her from her prestigious private school if her GPA, which was far below the required level, did not improve. That was where I’d come in. It had been advertised as a fairly normal tutoring job, but that all fell apart once I’d learnt what Katie really wanted me to do. Convinced that much of the material was too difficult for her to master, she’d proposed that I take her tests for her, in her place. I’d vehemently refused. Even if it was possible for me to do so without getting caught, it was cheating and I wouldn’t allow myself to get involved in such a scandal. However, Katie I found could be quite persuasive.  

Nine days later, I was sitting at her desk, breezing through her chemistry exam. The life-like bodysuit I was wearing was an immaculate copy of Katie’s physical likeness, ensuring that no one would be able to tell that it was not really her. Although I’d spent much time in the suit over the last few days, practicing under Katie’s command, it was still startling to see a pair of breasts whenever I looked down or to have the attention of every red blooded male in the classroom. It was downright unnerving the way they looked at me sometimes! Still, I couldn’t say that it was all unpleasant. Being the hottest girl at the school had its perks and flirting with the boys was substantially more fun than listening to the teacher talk. I was actually finding that I was enjoying all the attention and I was beginning to understand why Katie had been doing so poorly in her academics.

My declining performance was inevitable. Soon, I was doing nearly just as bad as she was when she first sought me out. It was clear to me that the arrangement would be terminated if ‘her’ grades were insufficiently high, but the prospect of having to give up my pleasurable charade seemed unbearable. I needed another way to raise ‘my’ grades. It didn’t take long before the idea struck me. All of Katie’s teachers happened to be men…surely they would be unable to resist a gorgeous, young, blonde schoolgirl.

Four weeks later, semester report cards were mailed out. The final count for Katie Jones? Eight classes, eight scandalous sessions, and eight A’s. Comments on her report card included hard work ethic, willing attitude, and exceeding expectations. It was quite safe to say that everyone was rather pleased. I just couldn’t wait until the next semester started. 

Backyard Seductress

Transcript:

The bodysuit was perfect: long silky locks, smooth luxurious curves, and an expression that simply oozed with sex appeal. Jeff spent every available moment in it, willingly shedding his mundane life for that of a voluptuous brunette goddess whom he termed Jessica. Regretfully, it was a guilty pleasure that had to be confined to within the safety of his home. He didn’t dare venture out, lest someone uncover his dirty secret.

Lately however, he had taken to lounging around in the expansive back yard of his home. Sometimes he would do yoga or pretend to read while he suntanned, but more often than not, Jessica would end up completely naked and exposed in the bright sunlight. Her slow, erotic striptease and subsequent seemingly innocent display were all played off as being unintentional of course, but Jessica knew that the men in the neighborhood would be watching. It gave her secret pleasure to know that at any given moment, a man might be watching her and tugging away at his cock with reckless abandon, fervent with desire as he fantasized about her. She just hoped that it wouldn’t be much longer before one of them finally decided joined her in the backyard…

Cosplay Con

Interestingly enough, the story for this was incredibly easy to write, it was actually the layout that consumed most of my time. I'm still not terribly happy with it, but it's the best I'm gonna get it I think. I originally started with just the one main picture on the side, but I felt that it was too plain so I tried to add the second one, but it seemed a bit cluttered so I tried to fix it a bit, but I'm not sure whether I really did or not. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and by the way, in case you didn't get it, the title is a bit of a pun, con referring to both convention and con artist ;)

Note: Caption has been edited, see post for more info

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Everyone had laughed at him when he’d declared that he’d be dressing up as Mileena, his favorite character from Mortal Kombat, for the convention. It was an incredibly revealing costume and certainly not one that he could pull off they’d claimed, but he was determined to prove them wrong. Their disbelief only resolved him to create the most convincing costume conceivable and he spared no expense in acquiring the necessary components. 

When he met with his friends on the morning of, they almost could not recognize the busty, black-haired beauty sauntering towards them on a pair of neon pink, four inch, stiletto heels. No one could believe that it was actually him. The pink eye shadow above her alluring eyes perfectly complemented her long dark wig and the seams of her natural looking breast forms were cleverly hidden by her costume, but it was her seemingly impossible tuck that amazed them the most. Not a trace of her maleness remained. From head to toe, she looked every bit a girl and an absolutely gorgeous one at that. His friends could only continue gape as she sashayed confidently into the convention, drawing more than a few whistles for the playful wiggle in her walk. 

The gracious reception sent a flush of exhilaration tingling throughout her body, though it was most obvious in one area in particular. She flashed her admirers a fun flirty smile in return before quickly hurrying on. This was going to be the best time she’d had at a convention yet!

EDIT: So, it's rather amazing what a night of sleep will bring you to see in the caption that you just wrote last night. After reading my cap again this morning, I noticed some areas that I wasn't particularly happy with (mostly phrasing and awkward sentences), so I went back and redid some of those. I didn't change a whole lot, just a few minor tweaks here and there. The original is still posted blow however, in case you still want to see it (or in case you liked it better too!)

Transcript:

Everyone had laughed at him when he’d declared that he’d be dressing up as Mileena, his favorite character from Mortal Kombat, for the convention. It was an incredibly revealing costume and certainly not one that he could pull off they’d claimed, but he was determined to prove them wrong. He resolved to create the most convincing costume conceivable, sparing no expense in acquiring the necessary components.

When he met up with his friends the morning of the convention, they almost did not recognize the busty, black-haired beauty sauntering towards them on a pair of neon pink, four inch, stiletto heels. No one could believe that it was actually him. The pink eye shadow above her alluring eyes perfectly complemented her long dark wig and the seams of her natural looking breast forms were cleverly hidden by her costume, but it was her seemingly impossible tuck that amazed them the most. Not a trace of her maleness remained. From head to toe, she looked every bit a girl and an absolutely gorgeous girl at that. His friends could only continue gape as she sashayed confidently into the convention, drawing more than a few wolf whistles for the playful little wiggle in her walk.

A flush of exhilaration tingled throughout her body though it focused on one area in particular. She flashed her admirers a fun flirty smile in return before quickly hurrying on. This was going to be the best time she’d had at a convention yet!

Take the Bait

Sometimes, inspiration just strikes you...as it seems to have been doing to me a lot lately. Anyways, I came across a picture that immediately threw my mind into a story frenzy, but after finishing the story, I decided that I no longer liked that particular picture (while the expression of the model's face was perfect, I didn't deem her to be overall attractive enough). Thus, I had to search for a different image. While the image I finally settled on doesn't totally convey the same feeling, I decided that it was the one that I liked best, so I'm going with it. Hope ya'll like it!

Transcript:

Dude, what the heck! I thought you said you’d pull out! Don’t you remember the warning label on the bodysuit?! If the insides of the suit come into contact with cum, it could cause permanent and irreversible binding!

Yeah, of course I remember. Unfortunately for you though, I couldn’t help but start thinking while you were on top screaming for me to fuck you harder that what a shame it was that ‘Jill’ wasn’t around more, so I decided to change that. From now on, your only identity will be Jill, an insatiable sex goddess whose sole purpose is to please her man, me. I’ll fuck you hard, show you unrestrained passion, and take you any which way I like wherever we are, morning, noon, or night. You’ll be my pretty little fucktoy, but if you’re good, I’ll fill your closets with dresses, heels, and sexy lingerie and whatever else you desire shall be yours, but only if you’re good.

Well it’s about time! I was beginning to think that you’d never take the bait! Why else do you I’d be letting you fuck me without a condom? Now that cock of yours better not be going limp! You’re fucking me again right now, just to make sure that the cum has taken its effect. I wanna feel your crazy hard cock painting the insides of my tight little pussy with your warm sticky cum! Ooh, that’s right, slide that big ‘ol cock inside of me, make me your dirty little slut! I fucking love being fucked and I fucking love it!

Beauty and Brains

For the eagle eyed observers, you may find that the two models in the caption below are also the same very two featured in "Scandalous Studies". This is because when I was going through my folder of saved images and I saw them, I saw two very distinctly different stories in the images. Usually when something like that happens, I try to combine the stories into one, but these were so distinctly different that I knew I had to do two different caps for them, so here's this one! Leave me some comments!

Transcript:

Come on Dan! Give me those!

No way, Pat! There’s no way I’m letting you take these lab sheets as proof!

Why the hell not? If we can’t prove that we accidentally transformed ourselves into voluptuous young women, no one is ever going to believe us! We’d never be able to go back to our old lives!

Pfft, I can’t believe you! We get turned into total babes with a chance to relive what could be the best parts of our lives and you want to throw it all away?

You’re kidding me, you mean you actually want to stay as a girl?

Sure, why not? I mean, it sure beats the alternative. Just think for a minute, Pat. If the world ever found out about what happened here today, do you really think they’d just let us walk away from it? No, we’d get poked and prodded until they were satisfied, all in the name of science. Besides, haven’t you ever wondered how the other half lives? Or what it’d be like to be popular or well liked? We could go back through school as the girls we used to dream about, live the life of a drop dead gorgeous teen, but with the mind of a Ph.D.! Brains and beauty! Can you imagine just how deadly a combination that would be? We could do anything, go anywhere, and be anyone we wanted to be!

Well I suppose we could give it a try…just for a few days first though. I can’t deny that the possibilities seem enticing, but I’m still not too sure…

Great! It’s settled then!

For now, yes. Now would you please let me have some clothes? I haven’t quite gotten accustomed to seeing my new self naked yet…

No way! Are you kidding me? There’s only one way to get accustomed to our new bodies and we won’t be needing any clothes for that! 

Celebrating Some Milestones! (A Message From Kendall)

Celebrate some achievements with me as I take a look back at what has come to pass since I've started my blog! Also included, a list of what my Top 10 favorite captions that I've written are! 

First off, to those who are reading this, a big thank you from me to you!

As of today, I am now celebrating one year and two-ish months of being active on this blog! In addition, just today, I have hit over 200,000 overall views, and my most popular caption has also reached a milestone 2,000 views! Something sure is popular about the number two!

In all seriousness, I couldn't have imagined getting such attention when I first started this blog. Mostly I did it because a lot of people had one and I wanted to be cool too. I believe I celebrated some eight page views that first month. I was pretty darn ecstatic. Then I broke 100, then 200, 500, 1,000, and now I'm averaging some 2,000 per day! Much thanks by the way to Courtney's Clean Caps who gave me a shout out on her site in November (you can see the post here), that literally shot up the number of page views to into the tens of thousands! 

And speaking of recognition, I am downright flattered at all the attention that my blog has received from some amazing captioners whose  blogs I read on a pretty consistent basis before starting my own! Although I love you all, I have to say that having Evie and Caitlyn recognize my work had to be one of the most thrilling events since I started this blog (if you haven't checked out their blogs already, yet somehow stumbled onto mine, I highly encourage that you do so!). They both produce amazing captions and I always look forward to seeing what they come up with, so getting a complement from them in the form of a comment was like a swimmer getting a pat on the back from Michael Phelps! I felt totally honored, so thank you girls very much! 

And since I'm on a roll here at thanking people, I would also like to recognize Elise and Sammie (starhawk) over at Rachel's Haven. I really wish they had caption blogs as well, because each of their caps are so scrumptious! They are both definitely two other captioners that I highly respect. I would also like to thank all the girls at Rachel's Haven for their support and help in captioning (and to those of you whom I still owe caps...I will get you back, eventually...eventually being the key word, its difficult for me to force a cap at the moment, I just sort of go wherever inspiration takes me, but I haven't forgotten about you guys)!

In addition, to all that have commented on my blog, Elle-Jae, Dee, Mistress Simone, Realfield, Jenny, Kisara, Elena Starz, Annabelle Raven-Hyde, Jodie Hyde, EvaGrubbFan, Lizzie LaRue, Abdul, Jenny, Katie Mills, and all my anonymous commenters, thank you so much for taking the time to leave feedback and let me know what you appreciate! I look forward to every comment that I receive, so keep 'em coming!

And now, without further ado (I know that was a long rant, so thanks for bearing with me), my personal Top 10 favorites! Click the titles to be taken to the cap!

Kendall's Top Ten Favorites!

1) Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold: What can I say about this one? It is my most popular cap and it is also by far my most lengthy cap. I really enjoyed the whole disguise, impersonation, and seduction, with the real Chelsea being witness to it all the cherry on top! 

2) Clearing the Last Hurdle: I'm a big fan of bodysuits and passing/being convincing is another issue I tend to focus on so this one was really interesting for me. I actually didn't really like it as much when I wrote it, but when I went back and read it, I decided I liked it a whole lot more!

3) Whether You Like It or Not: Again, another cap that I really didn't like as much when I was writing it, but I found to be rather pleasing after having looked back over it again. I love crossdressing caps and throwing in the sister into this one just makes it for me!

4) For Girls You'd Said: The classic sissy cap...forcibly changed by a seductive mistress, using the best that money can buy. I enjoy a good realistic method style (surgery, hormones, etc.) as well and looking back over it now, I quite like this one for that reason. I do with though that I'd separated the text into better paragraphs...

5) Only Room For One: Another classic bodysuit and impersonation/deception style cap, this was actually my attempt at modeling the vivid language that Evie uses in her caps! 

6) Undercover Agent: Another bodysuit and disguise cap, I found the premise of the caption rather humourous, and it makes me laugh when I imagine Agent Foley being so serious while in the guise of a beautiful blonde that is pleasuring "her" fellow agent! 

7) Dressed for Success: A crossdressing caption, the idea of switching genders to get a job is fairly commonplace in the captioning community and this was one of my takes on it. One thing I really liked about the cap was actually just the layout itself and how clean it felt. Also, the double entendres at the end were another favorite part, I love double entendres!

8) Risky Thrills: This is actually based on a story that I read on a site a very long time ago, I wish I could remember what it was or who it was by, but it's been so long that I can't remember. Anyways, I wanted to represent that story as best I could through this cap and I hope I did. The crossdressing element and being able to successfully pass in such a crowded and contained environment just sends shivers down my spine!

9) Features: Another bodysuit cap...you can probably tell I have a thing for bodysuit caps by now. Tori Black is one of my favorite models and the insinuation at the end does it for me. 

10) Three Strikes and You're Out: The oldest cap I've written to make it onto this list, I am not a big fan of the layout, or the writing, but the concept sells it for me. I might have to go back and redo this one some time. There is just something deliciously naughty about using the intended punishment for further gains!

Wild 48

Well first, how about it! I finally got around to doing a possession style cap! Inspiration rarely strikes me in that department and I don't get much practice writing them, so we'll have to see how this one turns out.

Some you who are keener might be a bit confounded by the name of this caption because the number preceding it is "31", which doesn't match the current trend (I'm currently on "150"). If you notice however, there is no "31" on this site (a few other numbers are missing as well). This is because I actually started this caption a long, long time ago, but I never finished it and therefore also never published it. The unfinished caption however, kept bugging me, so I finally got around to doing just that. So here it is! The #31 that almost never was!

Can you figure out what other numbers I'm missing?

Transcript: The spell had worked! He now had a full forty eight hours in the body of Maria Rivera, the hottest girl in the entire school! He was still trying to soak it all in. So this was what it was like to be her. It still seemed strange to watch as the luscious brunette continued to follow his every move in the mirror. Despite the awkwardness he felt, her fine lithe limbs continued to carry themselves gracefully, always settling in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement. It was almost as if she couldn’t be anything but beautiful.

He still couldn’t quite believe that he was now inside Maria’s body, literally. ‘Maria’s’ hands wandered towards her burgeoning breasts, caressing them gently as her gaze drifted elsewhere. She had a cute butt. It was certainly no wonder why every boy in the school was just dying to try and get her attention and here he was getting to be her! The thought sent an electrifying chill resonating throughout her entire body. She giggled, and then abruptly stopped as she paused to admire the sultry sounds of her own voice before breaking out into laughter once more.

She couldn’t decide what to do next. There were so many things she wanted to try, but so little time! Perusing through ‘her’ closet, she was quite satisfied to find that there appeared to be apparel for every occasion, including some for when none were required. Only one thing was certain, this weekend was sure to the wildest forty eight hours of both his and her lives! At least…until next weekend! 

Dare to Hope

A slightly more uncharacteristic cap for me, I usually end these caps on a happy note but for some reason, ending this on her pensive mood just seemed right to me. I suppose I'll let you imagine what happens next. The name of the character was actually inspired by Jane Eyre (a novel I'm reading for a class at the moment) and her pensive mood seems to fit just perfectly.

Transcript: It’d worked! Tom looked out the window anxiously as he awaited the familiar sight of Greg’s dark blue SUV to roll up the driveway. The two them had been good friends ever since grade school and had shared in many of life’s surprises together, but tonight, Tom had a new one for Greg.

Greg was one of the few people in the world that knew about Tom’s gender identity struggle and one of the even fewer that had still accepted him in spite of it. In fact, ever since Tom had told him about his femme side, Jane, Greg offered only support and friendship, but Tom longed for more. Greg was tall, strong, loving, and handsome, so incredibly handsome, but always attracted to the wrong type of girl. Tom didn’t want to be just any girl, Tom wanted Jane to be Greg’s girl, and Jane knew that she could make him happy, but Greg had said that he couldn’t see a future for them together.

A silky cascade of marvelous chestnut hair flowed across her back as she glanced out the window once more. The purple elixir had worked marvelously, peeling back the layers by fully and permanently transforming her into the girl that she had always known was on the inside. She was, by all respects now, a genetic girl, completely natural, no more silicone or latex, one hundred percent female, but she was only still a girl. She hoped that tonight would be the night that she would be made a woman. 

She wondered if her new condition might change things between her and Greg. She hoped it would. Maybe he would be able to see her now for who she really was. Perhaps this could be the start of a wonderful life. Maybe this would be her happily ever after. Maybe, maybe not. Nothing was certain, but she could dare to continue to hope. 

Pool Shark Tease

Be careful who you play with. She wants to play, but beware, she's a mean tease! Buy her a drink and let her tell you the whole story...

The inspiration for this cap actually came from another photoset, but by the time I was done writing the story, I realized that I needed something different and I eventually settled on this. I had a hard time choosing between this one and another though! I'm not a big fan of the orange background in these pictures as I feel it's rather strong, but I felt that the model in this set was more attractive (at least to me), so this was what I ended up going with. I'm also still not too sure about the placement of the title, but after messing around with it for awhile, I couldn't figure out anything else, so that's what I'm going with. Let me know what you guys think!

Transcript: Hey there stranger, how would you like to bet your pleasure on a game of pool? What’s with the dress? Ah, well, that’s a long story, which I’d be happy to tell you, you look like a fine young gentleman, if only my throat weren’t uh, so dry. You’d like to buy me a drink? How thoughtful of you, why yes, my throat is miraculously starting to feel better already. Let’s see, where shall I begin?

My name used to be Paul Veretti, I say used to because I go by Natasha now, shocked already huh? But I see you haven’t fled in terror yet, I’m starting to like you already. You see, I used to be quite the pool shark. I could rake in hundreds on a good night, but I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the thrill. Some of my opponents however, didn’t take too kindly to losing. I later found out that some of them had decided to hire a witch of sorts to put a curse on me and bring about a reversal of fortune. Crazy enough, the curse worked…to a certain extent. The witch wasn’t very well practiced you see and didn’t have very good control over her magic, so the spell she cast on me produced some rather…unexpected results, namely, the body of an attractive young woman.

Adjusting to my new form proved to be quite difficult at first. There was a lot I had to learn and I hated the way people looked at me, especially the men. For week or two, I cowered in the safety of my own home, not wanting to be seen by anyone, until one day, I’d decided that I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to live my life in fear or shame any longer. I poured hours of effort into learning how to do my hair and makeup, as well as getting comfortable in distinctly feminine articles of clothing, such as dresses and heels. I also made some new friends and began to study and then imitate the behaviors of women around me, learning to sit like a lady by crossing my legs, but also how to be a flirt with the cast of a captivating glance. It seemed strange to me then that the looks of men no longer bothered me; in fact, I actually noticed that I was quite enjoying them.

By this point, I’d already made my return to the billiard room. Wearing only the most revealing of dresses and the highest of heels, I certainly turned a lot of heads. It wasn’t long before I was back to playing my usual game, where I used my new assets unrelentingly to my advantage. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was for my opponents to concentrate when my breasts were spilling out over the top of my dress or after having ‘accidentally’ brushed up against them. My lavish curves and demure smile could drive them insane with fervor and I offered them no retreat.

I was also a merciless tease. Something about the way they struggled against my charms, but still ultimately succumbed to me turned me on something awful. I loved seeing the painfully restrained bulge in their pants or feeling their hardness pressed up against my body and knowing that I was the cause. I took hold of every opportunity to give them ‘accidental’ looks up my skirt or down my chest, striking the most provocative poses while feigning innocence. The especially cute ones I would give every excuse to touch their body against mine, my favorite being asking them how to line up a certain shot, then requesting that they instruct me in a very ‘hands-on’ approach. This would require them to press up against me from behind, at which point I could begin to subtly grind my hips into them. If they weren’t hard before, they certainly were after, and their embarrassment at my knowledge of their arousal was visibly evident on their red faces. I would assure them with a coy smile however, that I appreciated their adoration and that I wished to thank them for the lesson, privately.

Once we’d reached the backroom, I’d tie the lucky, or unlucky, man’s limbs down to a chair first before beginning to slip out of my clothes with sensuous grace. I would take my time, casually letting the straps of my dress slide off my shoulders, and then slowly peel the skin tight fabric down until only my naughty sheer panties remained. In the same leisurely manner, I’d strip him down as well, until he was completely exposed. By this time, he would usually be desperate for any sort of physical stimulation on his engorged member, but I would ignore it, choosing instead to tickle and lick its surroundings first, smiling as I watched the pre-cum stream down his shaft. It’d only be after he’d begged me multiple times, that I’d squirt some lubricant into my hand and finally begin to stroke his rock hard cock. I’d alternate between fast and slow, short and long, and sometimes I would stop altogether, causing him to cry out in frustration. I’d bring him to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but always stopping before he could climax. Oh how badly his balls must’ve ached, but I was a mean mistress. I would ask him how badly he wanted me, how much he wanted to fuck me, how much he needed to cum, and I’d make him beg me to let him. If he did a good job, I’d reward him by letting him feel the warmth of my wet pussy as I rubbed and grinded it against him, eventually teasing it against his cock, but never letting him in. He would thrash and try futilely to thrust into me, but his restraints prevented him.

I can only imagine the amount of explosive desire that must’ve been built up within him by this point, but I wasn’t done with him yet. For the grand finale, I would unhurriedly open several condoms, laying them in a neat row on his lap. Into the first condom, I’d squirt a copious amount of a clear gel before rolling it over his cock. Then, after rolling several more on, I’d gently massage his tightly wrapped member for awhile to ensure that the gel had taken its effect. Once satisfied, I would dramatically straddle him, look him in the eye and ask him if he was ready, and then gently take him in, savoring the sensation. At this point, he would begin to panic, realizing that he was unable to feel my wet delicious pussy wrapped tight around his cock. With a smile, I’d calmly explain that the gel I’d put into the first condom was a localized numbing agent and that that, combined with the several layers of latex around his cock, would effectively prevent him from feeling anything at all. It was the ultimate denial. Then, using him as a life size sex toy, I would pleasure myself, telling him all the while how good it felt and what a pity it was that he couldn’t feel me squirming on top of him. When I’d finally finish with him several orgasms later, I would slowly get dressed, letting the realization that he would never garner any satisfaction from me sink in, before bidding him farewell, leaving his blue balls painfully tormented and him utterly frustrated.

So does that answer your question? Oh, don’t be so embarrassed about the bulge in your pants, that is certainly nothing to be ashamed of! You’d like to know what? If my earlier offer to play a game of pool with you was still open? Of course I’ll play, I can play for hours you know, plus, I quite like you, you’re rather cute!

The Accidental and the not so Unintentional (For Claudia)

So I've got this long list of capbacks that I owe to some very lovely girls over at Rachel's Haven and I've finally started to get back around to doing them again. This one's for Claudia, I hope she likes it!

Transcript: So much for a relaxing and uneventful few weeks house-sitting a lavish mansion in a beautiful tropical location. Kris was going to have a hard time working his way out of this one. The last thing the business executive had said to him before walking out the door with his young wife was to be careful not to touch anything.

Kris hadn’t meant to touch the peculiar sculpture that had caused the dramatic transformation, but that seemed like an irrelevant detail considering his present situation. The flash of light that had enveloped him following the accidental contact had temporarily blinded him, but he’d known something was very, very wrong when the grumbling voice he’d heard coming out of his mouth was not his own. In fact, it hadn’t even sounded male. More than anything, it sounded like belonging to a vivacious little sex kitten! He discovered shortly after, much to his horror, that he now also had the voluptuous body to match.

Ending up in the executive’s wife’s bedroom and dressed in her sexy lingerie and heels, while also inadvertent, had admittedly been less unintentional. As the transformation had left him without clothes, he’d originally intended on entering her room to find something suitable with which to cover his new body up. Once he’d opened her closet however, he’d become immediately enthralled by the rich world of splendid silk, sensuous satin, and luxurious lace that had lay before him. He knew he shouldn’t, but the seductive allure of her wardrobe had proved too great and he’d eventually given into their calls of luscious indulgence. He was slowly being corrupted by feminine pleasures and enjoying every minute of it. It gave him the chills to think that he’d only but scratched the surface and that he’d have at the very least, few more uninterrupted weeks worth of time to properly savor all of them, beginning with the rather large toy he’d found on her nightstand. Perhaps the executive and his wife could even be persuaded into having a spicier love life once they’d returned…

Jeannie's Tabula Rasa (For Jeannie)

Another capback that I've owed for awhile!

I really struggled with the layout of this one for awhile. I really wanted to use the three pictures in the cap below, but I couldn't figure out a good way to integrate them all. Separating it into three panels was an option I'd considered, but the way the pics were, it just didn't work out when I tried it. I'm still undecided as to whether or not I like the way this one came out, but I gave it my best go. I hope Jeannie likes it!

Transcript: This was the start of a new beginning. The freshly minted driver’s license in her purse read Jeannie Summers, 5’10”, 120 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, and a capital “F” for female. The contents of her luggage, did not suggest otherwise, containing elegant dresses, flirty skirts, and sexy lingerie. Just several months earlier however, Jeannie had been John, an individual privy to the shrouded secrets of the New York Families. Needless to say, none of the Families had responded quite kindly to his court room testimonies and had taken it rather personally, compelling him to enter into the most advanced Witness Protection Program the government had to offer.

Every vestige of his former life had been wiped from him completely, including his sex, a choice that had been agonizing for him to make. Several months later, Jeannie was complete. Seeing herself fully naked for the first time, all the doubts and fears she’d had had evaporated instantly. She snapped away eagerly with her camera phone to commemorate the occasion. Her new body was absolutely breathtaking and there was not a clue left that could betray her true nature. The advanced techniques had done a marvelous job at reconstructing her face and figure into an ultra feminine shape and appearance, which had been further aided by the aggressive double doses of female hormones. It was impossible to tell that she hadn’t been born with the ample breasts on her bosom or the sweet slit between her legs, a secret she intended to keep.

She finished her impromptu photo shoot with a befitting pose, facing directly into the camera with an outstretched finger placed delicately over her lips in an expression of silence. This was her tabula rasa and she smiled as she envisioned the life that lay before her. The world of womanhood seemed both daunting and thrilling at the same time, but more thrilling than daunting. She was sure that scintillating and steamy adventures involving crazy girlfriends, wild parties, and charming boys lay in her future. She just couldn’t wait to get started.