Game of Queens

 5/25

A few people have asked whether I will be reviving the new Apprentits series I promised in 2017. I am very sorry but for now at least the answer is no, for a few reasons. Firstly, and most significantly, I am still easing myself back into captioning and don't want to take on something so huge and daunting yet. The last Apprentits series was 25-30 pages of A4 text. Even without all the extra planning and plotting, this is equivalent to about 40 of my normal captions. That's just too much right now for me. Secondly, my endgame for Femnonymous was always meant to be them releasing a virus that turned people into bimbos. Right now a story like that would be edgy at best, tone-deaf and grossly insensitive at worst. Finally, much of the ideas for my Apprentits caps were based around the Deviantart community and my friends there. Shortly after I announced the new series, my Deviantart account was deactivated and this killed a lot of my motivation for the series.

I realise this leaves my Femnonymous and Network series in limbo and while I am not retiring them as I have Bunnimacher and Flashback Friday, I have written myself into a corner. I am sure they will return when I have the right idea but for now I am excited about my plans for Aiko, the Mannequeen and of course the Pink 'n Prissy Collective. I also planning to flesh out Felicity at UltraReal Bodysuits and try out a few new characters to see if they are liked, including one coming tomorrow.

Today's caption is a rather gentle one and probably a bit on the long side but to be honest the picture basically wrote itself.

No sooner had Craig picked up the bishop, he realised his mistake. Sally, his girlfriend, sat atop her rook in a black 'Nerdy but Nice' t-shirt watching the fateful error that would no doubt lead to checkmate in two moves' time and a win that would mean for at least one more week, she wore the trousers.

Craig and Sally's weekly game of chess had become pivotal to the dynamics of their relationship almost immediately. It was probably inevitable given that they had met at a local tournament but as soon as they had moved in together, their chess set was almost omnipotent despite never leaving their dining table. Chess was how they flirted, how they settled arguments and how they kept their flame alive. The weekly chess game quickly became a Sunday tradition, it was their church, and when the eternally competitive Craig suggested they raise the stakes, the equally cutthroat Sally agreed. Together, they decided that each week the loser would pay a forfeit decided by their victor.

And so, as the weeks passed, they took turns in besting each other. Sally used her victories as a way to get Craig to do long overdue chores like cleaning out the garage and painting the fence whereas her boyfriend took the more traditional route of blowjobs and stripteases. Not that she minded, they were duties she was happy to fulfil in their happy chess-oriented relationship.

Things came to a head one Sunday in late summer when, after achieving checkmate, Craig pulled out a tiny string bikini and told Sally that she would be wearing it the following week for their game. She was nonplussed since her boyfriend had made her play naked as a forfeit plenty of times, so why would sitting at her dining table in a bit of glorified dental floss bother her? However, the penny dropped the following Saturday evening when Sally returned home from a night out with friends. She rubbed her eyes in a drunken confusion. Craig, it seemed, had painted the top layer of their double-driveway into a giant chessboard while she was gone and adorned it with foot high plastic pieces. Realising what that meant for her forfeit, she rushed inside. The set on the dining table was nowhere to be seen.

As humiliating as it was playing for all the world to gape at her body, the thong bikini had been Craig's downfall. His mind was well and truly on her ass and not on the game and Sally won easily in fifteen minutes, which was about exactly as long as she needed to teach her boyfriend a lesson for making a spectacle of her...

Craig put the bishop down glumly and holding the hem of his dress, departed the board in anticipation of his imminent defeat. Five more minutes and it was over.

“Well, well, well,” Sally grinned. “Now that we have the basics of your feminisation down, I think we should pick it up a notch for next week. What do you think, girls?” She turned to her friends lined up along her front yard acting as makeshift cheerleaders. “What cute outfit should we stuff him in next week?”