Just a Lollipop (For sarinedavis)

I made this cap for sarinedavis over on the Caption Trading area of the forums at Rachel's Haven. It was the first caption trading I've done so I was a bit nervous when I posted it, but it all turned out well!

Just Like All The Others (For realfield)

You might've noticed a trend in my caption postings lately. Since I've joined Rachel's Haven, I've quite gotten into the whole caption trading shabang and that eats up much of my captioning time now. As such, here is a return cap I wrote for realfield.

Anything at All

I'd Like To, But...

Things to Worry About

Enjoy Yourself

All That Matters (For realfield)

Backfire

Just Trying to Help

Sweet Candy (for realfield)

I knew from the moment that I saw this image, which was admittedly a long while back, that I would use it as a capback for realfield. The way she's looking up at him, her arched back, her position on all fours, it just screamed submission, the type of cap that realfield usually enjoys. Hopefully realfield will like this one!

Transcript: James couldn’t have planned the result any better. Few would believe that the servile bimbo writhing in front of him had once been Carl Jenkins, former Associate Vice President of Gasser Corp. and an ambitious young man who had gotten too aggressive for his own good. Not that he would blame them for failing to recognize Carl, with her marble skin, gorgeous features, and goddess-like figure, Candy, as he had come to nickname her, looked nothing like the man she had once been. No man, after all, had beautiful breasts as she did, or luscious cock sucking lips as she did, or a sweet juicy pussy as she did. Dr. Merkberg had really outdone himself this time. The facial reconstruction, tracheal shave, electrolysis, implants, final surgery and a few other highly experimental but effective procedures had all been his handiwork. The double doses of female hormones had been his idea too.

James was extremely pleased with how Candy had turned out. Dr. Merkberg had done such a good job that even her tight pussy felt indistinguishable from that of a real woman’s. Dr. Merkberg would be receiving an exceptionally generous bonus from him very soon.

“What have you got say for yourself now, Carl, or should I call you Candy? You look as sweet and feel as delicious as a piece now.”

Candy’s resigned whimpers and encouraging moans were indistinguishable from one another as James continued to fuck her newly constructed pussy, “Please Mr. Slade, call me whatever you like, but please don’t stop fucking me. I need to have your big fat cock shoved between my legs, please Mr. Slade!”

“Oh, you got it slut,” James answered as he intensified the pace. He would fuck this bitch over and over again until she could barely walk straight. Then, after he’d had his fun with her, he’d bring her with him to the office to service the other executives, ingeniously letting her serve as a reminder of what would happen to anyone who tried to cross James Slade.

A Process of Satisfaction (for Candy aka realfield)

"While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece."

Transcript: Perfect. James Slade felt nothing but satisfaction as he gazed upon the yielding blonde in his bed. Tiffany James called her, though her legal name was something else. Her bleached blonde hair and shapely breasts were likewise no more real than her name. Even her tantalizingly sweet pussy was no more than an extremely well-crafted counterfeit. But no one except for James Slade would ever know. While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Tiffany had been a young man named Carl once. From the moment Carl had been introduced to James, he had begun following James around like a lost puppy. It was natural James supposed. James was everything that most men strived to be: handsome, wealthy, successful, and dominant. Much came from his inheritance, including the genes to his majestically sized body, among other things, and like many others, Carl had flocked to him for direction. In fact, Carl was so eager to please, that turning him into a sissy and had hardly taken any work at all. It had been somewhat disappointing actually; James quite enjoyed the gratification of crushing a man’s will before bending it to his own. Sure, Carl had tried to resist when James had had him injected with feminizing hormones and even cried the first time the James had pounded his tight virgin ass, but only the first time. Countless surgical procedures and untold hours of ‘instruction’ later, the finished product lay before him, awaiting its christening.

Adorned and painted in her very best, Tiffany had accompanied James to a company party earlier in the evening. Though it did not behoove her to stand as his equal, Tiffany had played the part of a well-groomed young lady marvelously well at James’ behest. Here in the privacy of a secluded room however, she could give in to her instincts; James was her master. She had hiked up her dress, removed her panties, and exposed her prize. Tiffany feverishly desired to feel her master’s enormously large cock within her once again, but she was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever James wanted from her, she would give. His pleasure became hers. Tiffany knew that she was her master’s sissy and nothing else could ever make her happier.

Twenty Seven Minutes

Twenty seven minutes can seem like an eternity under certain conditions. Pain or pleasure? Sometimes it can be both. 

Transcript: Come on David, is that all you have to say for yourself? Oh I’m sorry, I can’t understand you with that big ol’ gag in your mouth. Did you honestly think that you were the only one with magical powers in this relationship? Poor David, if you could only pronounce the counterspell. If only you could remember the counterspell.

Can you feel it David? Your knowledge of magic leaving you? Frustrating isn’t it? Knowing that you’re forgetting something, but unable to recall what? You ought to know. You’ve used the same spell enough times on me. Oh don’t look at me like that. Making you forget how to use magic is the only way for me to make it safe to remove your gag. I can’t keep you gagged forever. What fun would that be? No, your mouth is much better suited to be occupied with other things.

Squirm all you want to David. You can’t wiggle your way out of this one. Tell me, do you think I’m being a mean bitch? Is your punishment too severe? Oh, don’t cry, David. What’s the matter? I thought you liked blondes with big tits. Would you like me to stop? To untie you? To turn you back into a man? Well that’s too bad, because I don’t think you deserve it. You brought this on yourself. Cheating on me with all those other girls? Tsk tsk. A boy like you needs to be taught a lesson.

27 minutes with the vibrator, one minute for every week of infidelity, set on the fifth level of intensity for the five other girls you’ve shared beds with. Endure the pleasure without having an orgasm and I’ll turn you back. That seems pretty generous don’t you think? But orgasm once and I’ll keep you as my pet for a week. You can try again after seven days, but fail three times in a row and I’ll arrange for a real man to show you the depths of womanly bliss. You better hope that none of his cum gets inside of your tight little pussy then. You remember what happens if it does don’t you? That’s right, it means you better get used to leaving the toilet seat down for good. Not to worry though. I’ll make him wear a condom if you’ve behaved. The chances of it breaking are small if put on correctly, though that might be a challenge being that you won’t be allowed to use your hands. But at least all that foreplay will give you a chance to get wet. I’ve only got oil based lube otherwise and you know what they say about oil and latex.

Tiffany's First

Transcript: “Feels good doesn’t it?” Tim’s girlfriend Sasha cooed behind him. 

Tim could only barely mumble out a reply between his moans as his girlfriend simply looked on in amusement. Losing the bet had meant that his girlfriend could do whatever she wanted with him for twenty four hours. Of course, the fact that he had a witch for a girlfriend had certainly made things a lot more interesting. This wasn’t the first time that he had been turned into a girl, but it was his first time, albiet by a strap-on, and also the most pleasurable. This was undoubtedly turning into the best bet he had ever lost.

The sensations were incredible. Feeling ever inch of Sasha’s well lubricated strap-on sliding into his body’s virgin pussy, stimulating pleasure centers he never even knew existed before. He could feel the pleasure building, like a warm pressure in his nether regions. He squealed to Sasha to go harder and faster as he moved his hips rhythmically to meet her thrusts.

His girlfriend teased him as she watched him respond, “Like it now do we? Ooh, look at you, taking it like a pro. You know, I do believe that you’re a natural. Good thing too, since I already called Tommy over, you know his reputation don’t you?” 

Tim’s eyes widened visibly in an expression of shock, a strap-on was one thing but—

Sasha continued, “Of course you do. You didn’t really think that this strap-on was all we’d be up to now did you? This was just a warm up, for the real thing. I wanted to make sure you were all wet and ready for him. Tommy’s got a little fetish for threesomes you see and I owe him a favor, so tonight, Tommy’s going to get to have the two of us. The real trick though is on him, he doesn’t know who you really are! And as long as you moan and squeal like a little whore, he won’t ever know! So be a good little girl and act, if you need to, though I highly doubt it, like you enjoy it whilst he’s fucking your brains out, alright? Oh, and one more thing, we can’t be calling you Tim for awhile, now can we? How about Tiffany? I think the name suits you. So how about it Tiffany, are you ready to try the real thing?”

Just Trying to Help

What I hope to be a rather humorous take on the classic inadvertent transformation scenario! Also, please note that this is a monologue, just in case you're getting confused and saying "the dialogue doesn't make sense!" (I've definitely done that before :P). On a side note, this is probably one of my more favorite caps that I've made recently, hope you guys enjoy it too!

Transcript: Oh, thank god you’re home, Matt! Listen, you’ve got to help me, it’s me, Jake!
Yeah, I know I don’t look like myself right now, that’s sort of why I need your help. So I was ogling some really weird hot chick at the grocery store today when she caught me and cast some sort of spell to turn me into this!
Of course I know I sound crazy, but it’s really me! She said she hoped that this experience would teach me a lesson and that I would be stuck like this, as a girl, until either a year and a day had passed or until I fucked a guy and let him cum within me!
Now I know that this is asking a lot, but I really need a place to stay until I can figure this all out, you know the frat house would freak, or worse, if they ever found out! I was also hoping you’d let me borrow some of your ex-girlfriend’s stuff as well, my clothes just somehow disappeared on me and being naked is only making having this new body worse!
What do you mean, “It’ll be my pleasure to help you out in every way I can”?
What are you doing? Zip it back up, put it away! Do not—don’t you dare think I’m letting that thing near me! There is no way that thing is going inside of me!
Only trying to help, my ass!
No!! My ass is off limits too!

Springing the Trap

When I started this caption, I had drawn my inspiration from another photo and it was meant to be a quickie...well, you can guess what happened. I started writing it as a monologue from Mr. Stevens a.k.a. Jake's point of view, but then decided to add in the little bits of thought processing in between and voila! 

Leave me some comments and let me know what you guys think of it!

Transcript: “Did you really think that nobody would find out Miss Winther? Or should I say Drew? Dressing up as a woman in order to improve your chances of getting a job here as a secretary?”

Mr. Stevens, or Jake as he preferred to be called, stood towering over me as my cherry coated lips worked his hard cock. My only response was to keep sucking. It was the only way to avoid the public humiliation he had so eloquently threatened me with.

Jake continued, “You thought you were so clever didn’t you, with your fake documents and equally fake silicone breast forms spilling out of that low-cut blouse? You thought you had me fooled didn’t you?”

Funny, he still couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my ‘breasts’ and actually, I did. He only found out about me because I had a ‘slip-up’ and he ‘accidentally’ saw some things that he wasn’t supposed to see, but I’d just as well keep letting him think that he was simply too smart for me. Guys liked that sort of ego stroking, especially if they didn’t know that you were the one doing it.

“I must admit, you do look very pretty and if I didn’t know any better, I might actually mistake you for a real girl, but unfortunately for you, I do, which brings me back to the discussion of our little arrangement.”

If I was pretty drunk, I might’ve actually taken that as a compliment. As it was however, I needed no further confirmation of what he thought of me than the gargantuanly engorged member in my mouth. Very pretty indeed. I was a downright gorgeous sexy babe and both he and I knew it, even if he didn’t want to admit it. There was no hiding the fiery inferno of desire. He wanted me, badly.

“It’s only a matter of bureaucratic paperwork to have you transferred to a position as my personal assistant, a job requiring special talents for which I am finding you extremely qualified.”

Damn right I was. I hadn’t spent all that time practicing on those dildos for nothing.

“Now as long as you keep those lips nice and tight, no one will have to find out about your little escapades. So what do you say? Are we agreed?”

I thought he was never going to ask. I gave my response in nonverbal form, using my tongue to gently flick the underside of his shaft as I took him all the way in. Then suddenly producing a powerful vacuum sealed by my wet lips, I brought him to the edge of glory before letting him back down again. He moaned zealously. I was pretty sure he understood what I meant.

Now it was his turn to be cryptic. I felt him place a hand on the back of my head, pushing his cock down into my throat as I squirmed from the forcefulness of his grip. I had no problem understanding what that meant. Glancing in the direction of one of the many hidden cameras in the room, I knew that his wife wouldn’t either.

You Can't Hide It

Hey everyone! In case you were wondering, I am still alive! I really wish I had the time to write and post more captions, but as of late, I have been just so unbelievably busy that I just really haven't had the time. It took me nearly a week to make this one even though in total I probably spent only an hour on it! At any rate,  here it is! Hope you guys enjoy it.

Transcript: Oh, look at you, such a pretty little sissy. Who knew my step-brother could make such a sweet looking girl and all it took was just a touch of makeup and a few extra tricks! 

The purple teddy really suits you, you know. In fact, I think it looks even better on you than it does on me, especially with the way your ‘breasts’ fill out those cups. You can’t even tell that they’re fake, nothing more than artistically designed silicone forms glued to your chest. It’s only a temporary fix until you begin your hormones, but they’ll do for now to keep the boys interested. 

The blonde hair, I must say, is also quite an improvement, even if the coloring is as fake as your silicone lumps. Not that anyone will ever find out though, since I made you also bleach the carpet to match the drapes. Gentlemen prefer blondes after all, especially blue eyed ones, hence the contacts, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them now would we? 

Why the long face? Isn’t this what you wanted? To be pretty, to be desirable, to be noticed? You certainly will be tonight. I invited Matt over, but I’ve also arranged to be suddenly called away, leaving you alone with him.

Aww, is someone suddenly feeling self conscious that their sissy clit might show through their sheer panties? You can use your hands to try and cover it all you want sissy, but it won’t do you any good, because once Matt pulls down your panties and bends you over for one long hard pounding, there won’t be anything you can do to hide the truth: that you are nothing more than a little sissy slut.

A Process of Satisfaction

While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Transcript: Perfect. James Slade felt nothing but satisfaction as he gazed upon the yielding blonde in his bed. Tiffany James called her, though her legal name was something else. Her bleached blonde hair and shapely breasts were likewise no more real than her name. Even her tantalizingly sweet pussy was no more than an extremely well-crafted counterfeit. But no one except for James Slade would ever know. While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Tiffany had been a young man named Carl once. From the moment Carl had been introduced to James, he had begun following James around like a lost puppy. It was natural James supposed. James was everything that most men strived to be: handsome, wealthy, successful, and dominant. Much came from his inheritance, including the genes to his majestically sized body, among other things, and like many others, Carl had flocked to him for direction. In fact, Carl was so eager to please, that turning him into a sissy and had hardly taken any work at all. It had been somewhat disappointing actually; James quite enjoyed the gratification of crushing a man’s will before bending it to his own. Sure, Carl had tried to resist when James had had him injected with feminizing hormones and even cried the first time the James had pounded his tight virgin ass, but only the first time. Countless surgical procedures and untold hours of ‘instruction’ later, the finished product lay before him, awaiting its christening.

Adorned and painted in her very best, Tiffany had accompanied James to a company party earlier in the evening. Though it did not behoove her to stand as his equal, Tiffany had played the part of a well-groomed young lady marvelously well at James’ behest. Here in the privacy of a secluded room however, she could give in to her instincts; James was her master. She had hiked up her dress, removed her panties, and exposed her prize. Tiffany feverishly desired to feel her master’s enormously large cock within her once again, but she was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever James wanted from her, she would give. His pleasure became hers. Tiffany knew that she was her master’s sissy and nothing else could ever make her happier.

All That Matters

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!

Backfire

Springing the Trap

When I started this caption, I had drawn my inspiration from another photo and it was meant to be a quickie...well, you can guess what happened. I started writing it as a monologue from Mr. Stevens a.k.a. Jake's point of view, but then decided to add in the little bits of thought processing in between and voila! 

Leave me some comments and let me know what you guys think of it!