Whatever Happened to Eric? (Keys to the Queendom)

 

Madge stepped out of her house with a smile on her face. Life was good – the sun was out, her hangover was mild, and she had got laid the night before. The guy wasn't submissive – not all of her partners were, but the thought of the previous evening's sex made her think of Eric, and her attention was drawn to the sorority house across the street. Six months had passed since that night the girls had let her stay over after forgetting her keys, and while she had returned since – she was basically an honorary member after all, it had been some time since she had checked in on her former toy – on her gift to them.

The sister that opened the door to Madge's knock smiled knowingly and led her inside. They walked to a communal sitting area where a voluptuous figure in a latex French maid's outfit was bent over a sofa – her underwear showing from beneath the too short petticoats.

“You'll recognise the feather duster, of course.” The sister chuckled. “But we have made some other alterations.” The maid looked back at them standing in the doorway through heavily made-up eyes with an expression of suspicion. The sorority had indeed put their own stamp on Eric's appearance. “Colleen's gimp suit definitely helped break him down into something we could mould, but we just couldn't keep him hidden underneath it forever. Besides, Colleen needed it for breaking her boyfriend – with our help of course.” Madge nodded approvingly. “We used everything you taught us about controlling weak men, and Eric here is very week. The chastity cage gives us almost complete power over him. He is so desperate... Surrounded by a house full of party girls like us... We don't even wear bras half the time... And the cage keeps him totally impotent... All we have to do is loosen it a little so he can get the tiniest of boners, and he is putty in our hands...ironically. Once he is milked, he is helpless. Hell, he is always helpless.”

“He's even taking the hormones we're putting in his food.” The head sister joined them in the room. “Just look how round his ass has got! I am telling you – that's not just from walking around in six inch heels all day. It's enhanced! It feels so good clapping against me when I use my strapon!” The three girls watched Eric blush bright red, even beneath the caked on cosmetics. “Oh, Darling, don't be shy! I know you you enjoy it from those cute little squeals you make as I am thrusting in and out of you. I bet Madge knows what I am talking about!”

“Oh, Madge!” The first girl exclaimed. “You really must join us for a sleepover. I know you let us keep Eric, but he will always be yours in a way. Tonight we're bringing in Colleen's ex-boyfriend to have a little girly fun with him – a little maid-on-maid. How about you join us? See if either of them can earn a little slack on their chastity cages? I know you still have a copy of Eric's key.”

Keys to the Queendom Part 2

 

Needless to say, the sorority sisterhood were enthusiastic students. They watched rapt as Madge walked them through everything she knew. How to spot weak men... How to make them serve them... How to make them scream in pain... How to make them scream with pleasure... And when to use each of those skills. Eric was her demonstration object throughout and, reduced to his feminised form, Madge made him beg and crawl for the group of girls, and when he failed to comply fast enough, she spanked him hard across him pantied ass. She showed them forced kissing, gripping his face firmly with one hand to squeeze his glossed lips apart before shoving her tongue deep into his mouth while arching him backwards. Once her demo was complete, she had the sisters line up to have their own turns and Eric would have been aroused by the experience of having girl after girl make out with him had his tiny chastity cage allowed for it.

Next, Madge turned him over to the sorority so they could try out their own ideas. Various props were produced from dorms including a paddle that they used for initiations and Eric was draped over a knee while they lined up to swat him in a mock welcome to their sisterhood. Finally, it began to get late and the excitement began to die down. Just as Eric began to think his ordeal might be ending, one of the smaller, quieter girls approached Madge with a large tote bag.

“This is all stuff my boyfriend gets me to wear sometimes.” She started to pull out black shiny material. “I don't mind too much...but I have always felt like I would prefer to be the one in control, you know? Be the domme?” The girl continued to remove the items including some silver chains and a large feather duster, and the interest of many of the other girls piqued once more as they began to gather around. Eric wanted to run but he was once again surrounded. Madge dropped a firm hand on his shoulder and chuckled softly.

It took nearly an hour and an entire tub of baby powder to cram him into the black latex catsuit. An entire team of girls worked on him – two held his arms tightly, one sat on his stomach while two more dragged the shiny material up his legs. The fabric squeezed him mercilessly and it was tough to breathe even before the corset was added and laced closed. Shackles were added to his wrists and ankles and locked in position so that he couldn't move them more than a few inches. When the girls lifted him to his feet, he realised they had added a pair of high-heels and he swayed like a tall tree in a strong wind. He was too busy trying not to fall to prevent the sisters pulling the latex hood with the built-in gag over his head and then feeding his hair through the back.

“Well, well, well...” Madge cackled looking her boyfriend up and down. “And I thought I knew everything.” She screwed the feather duster carefully into the gag and took a step back. “I have an idea – how about my sweet little Eric stays here with you while I go and fetch my keys tomorrow? I think it would be rude to leave without giving your house a thorough cleaning now that he is dressed for it!” Eric's heart pounded and his eyes went wide. He tried to walk towards Madge but his ankles were chained to his corset with almost no slack whatsoever. The girls giggled in unison – they all knew he was going nowhere.

Keys to the Queendom Part 1

“So, why exactly should we help you again?” The stony-faced girl stood with her arms folded in the front doorway of the sorority house – her sisters crowded behind her, not a shred of sympathy shared between the lot of them. As always, Eric shrank next to his girlfriend, but Madge, ever the dominant one in their relationship didn't back down.

“Look, kid...” Madge began with a condescending tone. “You might go to college in this town, but I actually live here. Right over there actually.” She pointed at a large house across the street. “However, I have been away all week visiting this little runt at college...” She smacked Eric hard across the backside for emphasis. “...And I have somehow left my keys behind. Look, it's getting late and I will go get my keys tomorrow. But we need a place to stay tonight.” Her voice trailed off uncharacteristically and the college girl continued to stare sternly at them. “Hey!” She raised her arms in an appeal gesture. “I'm a girl...you're all girls...what d'ya say? Solidarity for the sisterhood?”

“He's not a girl!” One of the girls from the back of the group called out and an arm pointed at Eric from over the shoulder of the head sister blocking the entrance. He blushed deep red. He hated being singled out and though he was silently begging for Madge to step in on his behalf, he was already dreading where this might be heading.

“Ladies...ladies...” Madge raised her palms appeasingly. “It seems you may be misreading our situation slightly. Yes, I did forget my house keys. Actually, I forgot all of my keys.” She gripped Eric's shoulders firmly but all he felt was a fist clenching his stomach. Please. no... “All of them...including...” Quick as a flash, Madge released his shoulders and grabbed the waistband of his pants, yanking them to his knees along with his underwear. The eyes of the sorority sisters widened in unison as their collective mouths dropped open at the sight of the tiny locked cage cradling Eric's genitalia. “Let us stay the night...” Madge shrugged. “And what's mine is yours...”

Two hours later Eric was standing at the bottom of the steps down into the basement of the sorority house – deep in the throes of his worst nightmare. He enjoyed playing the submissive to Madge's dominant side – they were the roles the couple fell into naturally anyway, but this was something else entirely. The sisterhood had been mesmerised by his girlfriend's control over him and ownership of his crotch, and were now hanging off Madge's every word as she taught them everything she knew about how to dominate boys and even how to turn their basement into some kind of kinky sex dungeon. The girls were not without talents of their own and had persuaded Madge to let them give him a makeover. Unsurprisingly, a house full of horny fashion majors had no problem turning his feeble build and delicate features against him and he now stood before them in a black vest top and a tiny checked skirt, his caged cock encased in pink panties and his hair tied in pigtails.

“You must show us more,” the girl who had previously blocked the entrance to the house begged Madge. “Please – you must have so many hot little games for controlling boys.” She glanced at Eric as if he were a prop and his chest tightened. “Show us everything!”

 

The Date Part 2

 

With every vibration of Otto's phone that followed, his feminine prison was built more secure. If the picture of the epoxy resin in Tilly's hand had been a barred window, the heavily edited videos that came next each added a lock to an already firmly bolted steel door. His so-called girlfriend was drip feeding him clips of him seemingly willingly, heck excitedly, dressing himself in the figure hugging outfit he was now wearing. 'This is going to be so good!' he exclaimed in one video as he ran fingers through the long hair of his wig. 'I can't wait to see Elijah see me like this!' as he pulled a pair of satin panties slowly up his silky smooth shaved legs. How had he let Tilly persuade him to wear the panties? Boxers would show show from under the short dress, she had said – they wouldn't hug his manhood tightly enough and Elijah might notice... Otto sighed – how had he let Tilly convince him to do any of this...

He had tested the resin of course - pulling at the wig with fistfuls of synthetic hair while in the bathroom had only succeeded in giving him an awfully sore scalp. The acrylic nails wouldn't come off either, nor, Otto realised in horror would the high-heels. The figure hugging dress didn't seem attached and apparently he could drop his panties at will, but that's what the subsequent video messages had been for – Tilly wanted him to finish the date with Elijah or the clips of him gaily dressing himself would be circulated.

When Elijah invited him to his dorm room, he had accepted without thinking – anything to remove himself from staring onlookers, even if it was because they thought he was a hot girl. The dork was harmless anyway and proceeded to give Otto a tour of his hand painted figures and binders of completed DnD campaigns. Polaroids of his gaming club were taped to a mirror and the penny finally dropped. Almost all of them featured a single female gamer amongst the group of sweaty nerds – in one she even had her arms wrapped around the greasy bastard...Tilly.

Otto hid his phone in one hand and glanced back over his shoulder to where Elijah stood awkwardly the other side of an unmade bed. Tilly had just sent him pictures of the makeup she had used to paint his face – each tube and bottle was printed with 'LONG-LASTING' or 'SEMI-PERMANENT'. By now his heart was hammering in his chest. 'I see you have been invited to Eli's bedroom,' the message read, 'by now you will understand what this is about. I have been preparing you to be a fool for much longer than you have been planning your date.' Otto seethed. That bitch! How could she do this to him?! His phone buzzed again. 'But how long you stay a fool depends on you! Eli really doesn't have a clue who you are. You can still make this a night to remember for him. How about it? Either I spread these videos and your life will suck for a long time...or you can suck right now!' One more picture came through – it was of Otto posing suggestively with his short dress pulled up to expose his satin panties and a single finger pressed against his painted lips. It had supposed to be ironic but none of that came through in the picture. He just looked like a complete sissy. Hesitantly, he took a deep breath and gestured for Elijah to join him near the bed – taking care not to trip on his glued-on heels as he got down on his knees.

Being Her Valentine Part 3

 

“You really thought a couple of sisters as close as us wouldn't compare Valentine's cards?” Sara cackled gleefully. “You really are a silly sissy...a silly piggy sissy!!” She watched Michael reach up behind his head to where the ballgag was fastened – it was clear he wanted to remove it so he could respond. “What do you think you're doing?” He paused in place. “I wasn't asking you a question. I was stating a fact. You are a pathetic two-timing piggy sissy waste of DNA!” She snorted another fit of giggles as Michael averted his gaze from her. “Right, Steph?”

“Right!” Steph agreed, standing alongside her sister with her arms crossed. She wasn't taking the same level of pleasure from Michael's predicament as Sara but it stung in a different way. He saw the hurt in her eyes, and spite, and a cold need for vengeance. She had been the one he tried to cheat on after all. Sara's taunting was humiliating, but Steph's hollow intensity scared him. What had he been thinking?!

“Hey Mom,” Sara called to Sophia, who had been watching on from the other side of the room since they had dragged Michael back into the house. “What do you think we should do with this bitch? Say, I'm surprised the stupid sissy didn't send you a card too. He's clearly always had the hots for you too. All that pathetic grovelling whenever Steph brought him over for Sunday dinner. Yes, Mrs.. No, Mrs... Three bags full, Mrs...”

“Is it true?!” Steph had a fire in her voice and Michael looked up at her timidly from his position on his knees. The ballgag they had stuffed in his mouth was sucking in his cheeks awkwardly. There was no dignity in the world that could possibly be salvaged from this situation. “All this time... playing house with me... running around after my little sister... and you still thought the sun shone out of my Mom's ass? Well, let's see shall we?! Mom, get over here!”

“Yeah, Mom...” Sara laughed sharing a look with her sister and catching on with her plan. “Come here! Come help us show this piggy sissy what really shines out of your ass!” Sophia stared back tentatively then glanced at the kneeling Michael, who somehow managed to look confused in spite of the ballgag and layers of makeup.

“You girls...” Sophia smiled at her daughters and shook her head. “If I can't say 'no' to you, what chance did this cretin stand? Come on then... Let's do this!” She walked across the room and Michael looked around nervously as Steph and Sara positioned themselves either side of him. Sophia stopped in front of him, turned around and hiked her skirt up so he was face-to-ass with her g-string parted cheeks. Before he could react, the three women acted with impressive coordination. Sophia pulled down her panties and bent over and Steph and Sara each grabbed the back of his head and firmly pressed it forward. Michael's world went black. “Hold him tight, girls!” Sophia hollered. “With that gag, our little piggy will have no choice but to breathe me in!”

Being Her Valentine Part 1

“That's it, Michael. Paint it on nice and thick.” Steph instructed. “Come on. Just like I showed you. Just like you promised!” Michael squinted at the tiny brush in his hand, concentrating on the tiny grains of powder on its end before allowing his vision to unfocus to the round makeup mirror with the illuminated edge. He almost didn't recognise the face that gazed back, caked with different shades of colour and framed by the bangs of the blonde wig. “What are you waiting for? Slather it on you piggy sissy!”

“Piggy?” Michael lowered the brush and turned his head towards his girlfriend. That was the second time she had called him that now. The first time he had assumed she was being playful, just getting into character – he had even liked it. It had been authoritative...demanding. But this time there was an edge to it.

“That's right!” Steph smirked coldly. “In your Valentine's Day card to me you said you would do anything to be the man I wanted. You said you would change. Well, I am taking you up on that offer! I am showing you how to be the man I want!” She appeared to grow impatient with Michael's continued hesitance, and took the brush from his hand and proceeded to paint his eyelids with rock-solid precision. “And what I want is a Piggy Sissy!”

“Ah...” Michael's glossy red lower lip dropped open. His pride, at least what was left of it didn't appreciate Steph talking to him like that, but other parts of his anatomy did. She seemed to notice the stirring within the satin of his panties and snorted cruelly. Michael lowered his head and sat in shameful silence. He truly wanted to reignite the passion in their relationship, and he had meant every word of his pledge in the Valentine's card to Steph. By saying he would do whatever she wanted from him, his intention was to put the ball in her court. He just never thought this would be the game she would ask him to play. She had read the card in silence, her lips pursed, before folding it carefully and leaving the room. When she had returned, she was carrying her makeup box in one hand and a bright pink bra in the other. Nevertheless, he had swallowed hard and told himself – 'If this is what it takes to save our relationship so be it.'

“Almost done, Piggy!” Steph declared after several more minutes of painting his face with the brush. “There...” She smiled warmly for the first time since reading the card. “Now for phase two. Come...” She put the brush down and walked from the room. Michael's heart lept in his chest. Was she taking him to the bedroom? Was this what she wanted from him? To satisfy some kink she had been hiding? He followed her through the house with a mix of confusion and disappointment as she passed the staircase leading to their bedroom. “Look out there!” She opened the sliding door at the back of the house and stared off into the yard. Michael followed her gaze, moving closer to get a better look...until suddenly, Steph shifted her weight and shoved him with both hands over the threshold. He turned in horror just in time to see her lock the door with a loud click.

 

The Isolationist (Bimbo Note)

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This continues my Bimbo Note story. All the previous captions are linked on my index page.

“You know this is kind of weird, right?” Chuck turned to face Azalea at the entrance to his building. “It is usually the guy who walks the girl home. Truly you are a dominant to the absolute core!” He grinned, his blue eyes blazed as Azalea blushed before leaning into a long deep kiss.

Azalea had only been dating Chuck four months but this had already become their ritual. Whenever they parted, she would walk him back to his apartment whether it was first thing in the morning or last at night, they would kiss and then he would wave to her from his balcony as she waved back from the street.

“Well, you know I need to make sure you get back safe!” Azalea smiled coyly. “There are all sorts of scary people out there.” She glanced across the street and Chuck followed her gaze to where an impossibly old man was trying and failing to get an equally ancient lawnmower to cut his grass. They laughed together and then kissed again.

For the first time in her memory, Azalea was happy. Chuck loved her dark sides, he was cool with her being on OnlyFemmes and even though he didn't know about...the book, she shared every other part of her with him. Besides that, the sex was other-wordly.

“I love you!” The words hit her like a fist. She stepped back from Chuck to get a better look at him and he stared back with unwavering confidence. “You don't have to say anything back. I just want you to know!” He kissed her again and then he was gone – through the glass doors and into the lobby of his building towards the row of elevators.

Azalea swallowed hard and fell against the side of the building. Oh, Chuck! She screamed internally. Why'd you have to go and say that? Her lips pressed together as her mind raced over what to do next. No-one had ever said those three words to her before, and that was fine. She knew she would never be able to say them back. But now? What did it mean? How could she let someone get that close? Panic seized her, and after a moment of hesitation, she pulled the Bimbo Note from her bag and scrawled Chuck Winston on an empty page.

Walking down the street, Azalea allowed herself one last look back as she had on countless visits to Chuck's building. A figure was crouched on the second floor balcony staring blankly at her through the railing, large breasts cupped in a leopard print bra that had fallen off one shoulder. Azalea wiped a single tear from her cheek, gave a small wave, and continued on her way.

The Rebound Part 3

The staff at BabeKraft called them 'blastovers'. It was when one of their girls had undergone a particularly extreme transformation, usually with huge fake tits, or prominent tattoos and the only way to cover them up and meet another customer's preferences was to designate them to equally extreme sets of specs that could hide the old persona. Of course, BabeKraft's usually girls got paid extra for these jobs, but not Tony. The team of engineers were adamant that even though it was his final date, the body that had been given him as part of his night at the BDSM club was not something that could be covered over with a girl of modest appearance. As they were explaining this, his inner voice was screaming once more “So this is permanent?! What have you fuckers done to me?!”

And yet, as he entered the home they had sent him to for his final date, he felt an enormous sense of relief. It was nearly over. It was almost done and he would be able to move on with his life – no more Emma, no more BabeKraft, no more being a bimbo escort or vengeful-ex's plaything.

For this date, his tits and ass had been inflated to bursting point and wrapped in a tiny gold bikini. His previously raven hair had been once again bleached and the tattoos and been extensively and painfully reworked. Once the machine had finished on his appearance, it had applied a sheen of what Tony suspected was baby oil that introduced a gleam to his cartoonish voluptuousness and added the sensation that he was slithering everywhere. That's exactly how he felt as he entered the bedroom of his date's home and saw an enormous man sitting on the end of the bed...with Emma knelt behind him, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

Tony felt a new kind of tightness in his chest. So, this is what she had meant by 'new experiences'? Threesomes with a man mountain and his custom-built design-an-escort? In spite of his ridiculous bimbo caricature of an appearance, he must have been exactly what they ordered as they both smiled hungrily as he entered the room. The man rubbed his hands together and Emma licked her lips as Tony experienced betrayal, fear and a sense of the inevitable all in one incredibly bitter pill.

“Bring her over here!” Emma ordered her partner. “I want first!” The man rose and grabbed Tony by the arm, pulling him down to his knees where Emma now sat on the edge of the bed, her jeans kicked off on the floor. She leaned over and held him by the hair. Surely she would recognise him! His body had been changed beyond belief but his eyes were still the same – eyes that she had gazed into countless times. She stared long and hard – her pupils narrowing inquisitively...until finally a mean smirk cracked her beautiful face and she leant back on to the bed, forcing Tony's face deep into her crotch. He felt the conditioning start to take over as she pulled him deeper and he pushed his pierced tongue between his fat lips to taste her sopping sex. Emma groaned loudly just as Tony was contemplating how his life had hit rock bottom. She tugged him tighter so that he was practically breathing her, just as her date started to unfasten his gold bikini bottoms to expose his machine installed prosthetic pussy and ass. A firm hand pushed his legs apart and something dribbled down his inner thigh while Emma screamed in ecstasy. “I think...” the man chuckled and spanked Tony hard across his round ass, “...that we're going to have to get BabeKraft to lend us this one on the regular!”

 

A Date with Destiny Part 3

Julian's heels clacked on the wooden floor of the outer-office of Destiny Engineering to where the full length mirror hung of the wall. The area was where clients and investors were greeted and would wait before being led in to meet with Marcus and the mirror was the frequent recipient of practice pitches and tie-straightening...and now where Julian checked and reapplied his makeup fifteen times a day. He hated the mirror. It was a constant reminder of how he had fallen. Yet, even though he could see his reflection in it from his seat behind the mahogany desk it the reception office, it never ceased to draw him closer like a moth to a flame.

Julian stared into the mirror disbelievingly as he always did, and, as always, a prisoner stared back. His work wear was more professional and less revealing than what he had chosen for his first date with Marcus, but humiliating all the same. A stiff pencil skirt hugged his hips revealing just a hint of a pantyline and the fitted blouse was so uncanny in its similarity to the pressed white shirts he was used to that in its own way it was more feminising that the seamed stockings that encased his legs. As he stood there, the familiar doubt crept in. Could he really continue to pass as a woman? Surely, by parading himself publicly like this, he was asking to get caught and be carted off to jail... Using both hands, he pulled his long blonde into a bun above his head, revealing the shape of his face and the full extent of how the hormones had altered his appearance. He shuddered. This wasn't second thoughts – that had happened immediately after he had told Elena about Marcus's offer. That had been when she had laid out in detail the consequences of what would happen if he didn't take the job. No, his regret could be comfortably counted in the triple figures by now.

“Excuse me, Miss?” A gruff voice with a whiff of an accent sounded behind him. He whirled around to see a small academic-looking man standing in front of his desk. “Is this you?” The man pointed at the nameplate. 'JULIA'. “I'm here for my 10 o'clock with Mr. Grant. He should be expecting me.”

“Ah, Michael!” Marcus entered the room from his private office before Julian could react. “I see you've met Julia, my latest secretary!” The million dollar grin was back as the CEO of Destiny Engineering held out a hand. Julian forced a polite smile and a gave a small feminine nod. As ridiculous as it seemed, he felt betrayed by Marcus. Sure, Julian was the one acting, presenting himself to the world as someone who didn't exist. But so was Marcus – on their date he had felt like he was being hired because Marcus looked at him and saw...something. And now, the walls were back up, and he felt used. “Believe it or not,” Marcus winked at him before turning to their guest. “Julia was actually my Valentine's date...and now she's the eye candy for my company. I guess Destiny really is the right name for it!”  

 

A Date with Destiny Part 2

 

“Hey, I could have sworn I reserved a table... But, a girl who sits at the bar is a girl after my own heart!” A shiver shot up Julian's spine. In twenty minutes of sitting on the stool, his long nylon clad legs folded one over the other, he had kept his head down pretending to read the menu. No-one had spoken to him...no-one had even looked at him, as far as he knew... And now his date was here. Staring at him. Talking to him. Julian felt the little black dress squeeze him, His makeup suddenly weighed a hundred pounds. He gulped softly and his glossy pink bottom lip dropped open. “I am Marcus!” The man grinned. He was slim and expensively dressed and held out a hand for Julian to shake. However, when he reached out to accept the greeting, the man smoothly slid him into a tight hug before kissing Julian on the cheek. “Let me get you a drink!” His date demanded, one hand still resting on Julian's bare back.

“Erm... maybe some wine,” Julian replied softly and shrugged Marcus off. If the man noticed, he didn't show it and his beaming smile remained in place. “Red...please...” He watched the man snap his fingers at the barmaid and produce an American Express card in the other hand. It was clear he wanted Julian to see it and he got a flash of deja-vu. It was exactly the kind of trick Julian himself would have used to impress a woman in a bar...back when he wasn't yet a woman.

“But, of course,” Marcus winked and ordered an expensive bottle with two glasses. After instructing a waiter to bring it to a table in the restaurant window, he held out Julian's chair for him sit and once again draped a hand across his exposed shoulders for just a little too long. “I usually hate Valentine's Day, you know? I think its corny crap. But this one... I don't know... I have a good feeling about it... I have a good feeling about you.” Julian's skins crawled but he felt himself blush all the same. Was this guy really so smitten with him? Or had he just played the game so many times it was like a reflex, regardless of what the girl looked like. Marcus placed his iPhone and a Porsche keyfob down on the table and proceeded to ask him question after question about himself...or rather about Julia, interjecting with factoids here and there that were clearly designed to impress. Julian attempted to act demurely and stick to half-truths – he was living with his sister, he really needed a job but was not sure what he was looking for, he was single...why did he say that...? Marcus, it turned out, was also single, and the CEO and founder of a tech startup called Destiny Engineering. Julian was surprised to find that the more Marcus spoke, the more the slick facade he had put up seemed to slip away. He stopped trying to impress and stared at Julian intently as he spoke about needing a job to pay for his share of Elena's rent. Was this guy really falling for him? He struggled to believe he was actually passing as Julia, let alone melting the game of a rich guy in a bar. “Hey, you should come work for me!” Marcus blurted out suddenly. “Don't worry about an interview, or a resume, or any of that crap. You can work for me personally...be my PA.”

“Work for you?” Julian repeated dumbly. His heart was thudding again, and now he was sweating – perspiration trickling down his back and into the satin of his panties. His head sloshed with the wine and he felt an odd mix of triumph and terror. Elena had made it very clear. It was get a job, or go to jail. But, work for this guy? Who against all the odds seemed to fancy him... What if he tried to pull a move on him? But what choice did he have? “Sure...,” Julian stammered, “when do I start?”

Whatever Happened to Martin? (Work Release)

 This will be my last Flashback Friday for a few weeks until i am caught on my commission backlog. It is for Work Release

Good Morning, you're through to UltraReal Bodysuits Customer Care, my name is Felicity. How can I help you today?

Oh, God. I don't believe it. I'm through. I actually did it... All these years of playing the good little employee have actually paid off. It will all be worth it.

Slow down, Speedie, how can I help you today?

Yes, well, my name is Martin, and you probably don't remember me but I am calling from Bedfellows Escorts and I would like to report a gross misuse of your bodysuits.

I am sorry sir, but I can only speak with the named person on that corporate account and that is...

Sam Sparrows! I know! That evil bitch has been keeping us as her whores for years!

Excuse me?

She hired a bunch of your suits to put the guys at our company through supposed sensitivity training, but it was all a ruse!

A ruse?

Yes, there was no training. Not in sensitivity anyway. She turned us into the company's newest escorts. And the bodysuits...oh God...they made us want it!

Ah, yes, the Ladies of the Night range! They are some of our finest...

Don't you think I know? The extra libido alone has made me do things that will never wash off. But no more. Over the past couple of years I have been sucking up to Sam Sparrows and as of yesterday I am her new personal assistant...with full access to the company accounts and records.

I really am sorry sir, but I can only speak with Ms. Sparrows herself.

Would it help if I had the account number? I'm at the bitch's desk right now.

Well, yes...but...

It's 67983538X

Okay...I am pulling it up now...oh wow!

Yes, 'oh wow'. I am sure now you can see the scale of what that perverted bitch has been doing. There are hundreds of us. All humiliating ourselves for her profit. Even now that I am behind a desk again, she still treats me like a slut. You have to release us from the suits and call the police right now!

No, I mean 'oh wow' as in this account is worth 26 million a year. That's one of our biggest. My stock options... This would decimate them...

What?!

Sir, I think this connection is breaking up.

But, I can hear you just fine.

No, it's....def....break...up...bad...tion

Ms? Ms? Felicity, wasn't it? Are you still there? Please help us!!

Space Booty Part 3

“Okay, so let's go over the plan?” Captain John Broad looked conspiratorially at Kara his First Mate. They were stood in the corridor outside the captain's quarters that was now being claimed by the pirates as their own. “I go in there, distract them with my...charms...maybe dance a little, get naked...and then what? Snatch one of their phasers? Slit their throats? Grab the keys to their vessel and run for it? Or will you and Ally burst in when they least expect it?”

“May I suggest reverse space cowgirl?” Kara grinned as what was once her captain stared back blankly. “I mean, it's great for getting nice and deep and the reduced gravity will mean those big strong pirate men will have no problems bouncing you up and down like a beach ball on Pluto. If you think you were horny in the cargo hold, trust me, you are in for a treat. Although, I suppose I am not sure where that new pussy actually leads to...but I can make an educated guess...”

“You mean...?” John looked back at her in horror – a pair of bunny ears flopped pathetically atop his tangled hair. Kara and Ally had spent the last half an hour preparing him for their plan – one which the captain had assumed had involved their escape. They had dressed him from a menagerie of outfits in a crate that had accompanied the bodysuits in the hold, and intentionally selected the most demeaning, humiliating one they could find – a skimpy latex bra and thong set complete with a translucent excuse for a skirt. The captain turned to face her, his eyes hard and his breasts floating around in their flimsy cups in the reduced gravity. “You ungrateful bitch...after everything I have done for you... Well, if you think I am just going to go in there and debase myself, you...”

“Oh?” Kara raised an eyebrow as she produced a tiny device from her pocket. She smirked as the captain's sentence trailed off into a long orgasmic scream. The bodysuit was state-of-the-art and its perks were near instant. Just one click of the key-fob and there was sweat on his brow, a tremble in his lips and a buckle in his knees. She clicked it once more for good measure and the voluptuous creature in the bunny ears had to steady herself on the ship's wall while grunting like a pig. “I take it your resistance is already broken,” the First Mate nodded. “Good thing too – the pirates are sparing us and our ship and taking you instead. We've assured them that you can satisfy their every need, and if you can't, they've got plenty of these things.” She pressed the device again and the captain's body bucked wildly – his hands clamoured desperately for the crotch of the bodysuit but they shook so much with ecstasy he couldn't part the slit in the crotchless panties. “You told me I had to sleep with the captain to get ahead,” Kara shook her head, “and that's what I did... But now it looks like it is your turn...only you have two captains to please. And if I were you, I really would try to please them. If you don't, you will probably find yourself sold to some space brothel in the outer colonies. So...” Kara opened the door to the captain's quarters with one hand and clicked the device once more. John doubled over with a loud moan as his First Mate spanked him hard across his bare ass and pushed him inside. “Go get 'em, Tiger!”

 

Space Booty Part 2

 

Captain John Broad stood trembling in the dark for what seemed like hours while pirates plundered his ship. His feet throbbed atop the towered silver boots and in spite of the synthetic skin covering every inch of his body, he felt naked in the latex mini-dress. It was as if it was his own skin on show, his breasts pressed down by the vinyl material. He even felt weaker as if the bodysuit had somehow cast upon him the strength of the delicate space whore to match his appearance. He dared not move but curiosity gnawed at him. Did this thing have a pussy? These things were sex-toys, right? Presumably they were fully functional... Unable to resist any longer, he slipped a delicate hand under the hem of the dress.

The moment his fingers touched the smoothness between his legs, a shot of electricity rippled through his body. It was like licking a nuclear battery...with his dick! His eyes rolls back in his head and the nipples of his new breasts instantly went as hard as icecaps. What the actual hell?! Even as the sensation started to fade, he found himself reaching once more for his synthetic clitoris and a volcano erupted inside him. All sense left his mind and he pulled the skintight outfit over his head to get uninhibited access to his borrowed sex organ. “Ohhh fuck me!!” He moaned loudly.

The doors to the cargo hold shot open to reveal the First Mate and the Navigator flanked by four enormous men painted with glowing tattoos holding phasers. They surveyed the contents of the hold with unimpressed faces. “Sex dolls?!” One of them snorted. “Is everything on this ship worthless? You don't even have a captain we can ransom over to the space authority... Good thing you two aren't bad looking or this would be a complete waste of time.” He brushed the cheek of Ally the Navigator affectionately with one of his huge hands.

“Wait!” Pleaded the First Mate with desperation in her voice. “They aren't just sex dolls. They are highly sophisticated companion robots for long journeys into deep space. They are 100% compliant and can take care of all your needs. Watch this!” She grabbed a latex negligee from an open box and threw in front of where the captain stood naked, prone and terrified. “Number 24689, clothe yourself!” She commanded with cold authority as if talking to a machine. Captain Broad tried to comply with rigid obedience but the outfit was tight and inflexible. Finally, after minutes of stretching and pulling it was on his sore body and he sat cross-legged on a stool just inside the room. The rubbing of the struggle had once more incited the fire inside his loins and a soft groan escaped his lips.

“I see...” The lead pirate chuckled with clear interest, watching the panting Captain struggle to keep his hands from between his legs whilst perched on his seat. “And are they all like this?”

“They are,” nodded the Kara sagely, “but this one is fully calibrated and more than capable of satisfying all of your wildest dreams!”

Sissy vs Sissy vs Sissy Part 4

 6/25

“Why don’t you have to wear heels?” Jared sulked, shuffling uncomfortably in his patent leather four inch shoes. Despite him being measured for them, the stiff material rubbed painfully through the thin silk of his stockings. Soft as they were, they still bit at his thighs and gave him pins and needles in his toes. “It isn’t fair!”

“Not fair?!” Rory fell back onto the settee behind him in apparent shock of his former friend and fellow sissy’s nerve. He winced, realising his mistake too late as the impact on the seat gave his still freshly tattooed arse a swat. “It was four days before Aunt Clarissa unlocked those stupid stilettos – six days before she took the corset off. She still hasn’t taken off my…” His head dropped to his caged crotch in shame. “Besides…” He moved his own feet side to side. “These have a bit of heel too. I have heard low heels can be harder to walk in than high!”

“Heard from who?!” scoffed Jared. “Stop with the pity party. I have one of those stupid butt plugs now too. I probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t thought it a wonderful idea to stuff one in your ass to steal her money.” He instantly regreted mentioning the toy in his backside. The anime style maids’ uniforms that Clarissa had chosen to stuff them into today were far too short and it was clearly visible through the black satin of his panties. He couldn’t help feel exposed.

Both boys fell silent. This had been their lives now for the last three weeks. Aunt Clarissa and occasionally Anna kept them, painted them, used them… They were prissy dolls to stuff into whatever ridiculous outfit had been chosen for that day – then torment, humiliate and, if they were lucky, on a day such as today, left to do chores around the very much alive Aunt Clarissa’s house. Each was a prisoner – one to locks and keys, the other to a contract.

“How do we get out of this?” Jared said quietly while fidgeting with the itchy lace around one of his gloves.

“Well, for a start you need to get that contract back,” Rory replied. “Even ignoring the fact she legally owns you, she could use it to get you done for fraud if she wanted. Guys in prison will make Clarissa seem gentle by comparison. Me? No way am I leaving here with this still on!” He nodded at the tiny locked cage imprisoning his cock.

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” Jared groaned.

“Not yet…” Rory sighed, looking over his shoulder to where Aunt Clarissa has just entered the room with Anna in tow – a big red dildo in one hand, and a big blue dildo in the other. “But soon...”

Doll House Arrest Part 3 [COMMISSION]

 

Lola had been the one to wear stripes criss-crossing a tiny mini-dress. She hummed like it was Christmas morning. “Showtime, doll,” she whispered following a stern knock on the door. Frank’s gut clenched.

The door swung open, revealing Detective Finn Collier - young, straight=laced, and his mouth dropped open at the sight of the two beautiful blondes. His eyes flicked from Lola to Frank, and then quickly away, as if staring too long might burn him.“Afternoon, ladies,” Finn said, already fumbling his notepad. “We’re following up on our search for a fugitive.” His gaze darted to Frank again, then skittered away. “I believe one of you was in a relationship with him?”

Lola gasped theatrically, clutching Frank’s hand. “That was such a long time ago. I have moved onto better things now...though I still swing both ways, you know?” She winked and glanced surreptitiously at the studio apartment's double bed.

Finn’s cheeks turned scarlet. “No, miss, I— I didn’t mean—” Frank fought to keep his face neutral. His palms were sweating. Lola’s nails dug warningly into his still clutched palm.

He forced a nervous laugh. “We, uh… we’ve just been keeping to ourselves.” His voice sounded higher, softer than he remembered. Lola had drilled him for a week, and damn it, it worked.

“Oh, yes, how rude of me,” Lola said sweetly, squeezing Frank’s hand even harder. “This is my girlfriend. My everything.” She turned to Frank, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Aren’t you, darling?” Lola leaned forward giving Finn an eyeful of cleavage. “You seem tense, detective. Are we making you nervous? Because we could help with that.” She smirked wickedly, pulling her hand from Frank and swatted him hard across the ass. She then slid an arm around his shoulders. “We’re very… accommodating.”

Frank forced what he thought was a flirtatious grin as his last bit of dignity trickled away . His heart hammered in his chest and Lola’s nails grazed the back of his neck. He forced a shaky wink at Finn. “She’s… not kidding. We, um, like to have fun.”

Finn nearly dropped his pen. “Oh! I—uh—no, that’s— I mean, I should go—” He nearly tripped over his feet, as he turned to the door “Thank you for your time, ladies. You’ve been very helpful.”

Lola waved sweetly as he bolted out the door. The moment it shut, she collapsed into hysterical laughter, clutching her stomach. “Oh, sugarplum! Did you see his face? He thought he’d walked into his wildest dream—or his worst nightmare!”

Frank slumped back, trembling. His reflection in the mirror across the room mocked him: flawless makeup, long lashes, glossy toned legs extending from a patterned figure hugging minidress. He was no longer a fugitive No longer even a man. Just a doll. Lola's doll.

Lola cupped his chin, forcing him to meet her glittering eyes. “See? You pulled it off. You’re all mine now. I can tell the world who you are and they will believe me. You want me to tell them you're my doll...or something else...?”

Frank felt the last of his fight drain away. He was perfectly trapped. “No... I'm your doll...” he whispered.

Doll House Arrest Part 1 [COMMISSION]

 A commission I did on DeviantArt

Frank adjusted his position on the floor, tugging at the top of a shiny high-heeled leather boot that stretched right over his knee. “This,” he growled, “is not a disguise. This is entrapment.”

Across from him, Lola lounged in a silk robe the color of radioactive bubblegum, sipping wine at ten in the morning. Her eyes gleamed like she’d won the lottery. “Oh, hush. Nobody’s looking for a sexy blonde with great calves,” she said. “This is a safe house!”

“This is a doll's house!” Frank threw her a look. “ And you’re insane.”

“Correction,” she chirped, leaning forward so her robe slipped suggestively. “I’m an artist. And you, darling, are my medium. I always said you’d look great with a ponytail. You just never listened. Besides where else were you going to go?”

Frank groaned knowing she was right, burying his cosmetic laden face in his hands. “This is exactly why I left you. You were trying to turn me into your...your plaything. It was like an obsession. It was like...like...”

“Foreplay,” she said. “And then you ran out on me mid-project. Very rude.”

“Can't you at least take this seriously, you crazy bitch!” Frank sat up, snapping, “I robbed a bank, Lola. The cops are everywhere. I didn’t exactly have a choice where to hide.”

“Oh, so I’m your last resort?” she said, pretending to pout, then grinned wickedly. “Romantic...for me... To you it is survival. And survival, sugarplum, costs extra.” She tapped her wineglass. “Let’s talk about that money you're going to share. You know? That big bag of cash in my kitchen. You ran out on me Frank, no postcard, no flowers, not even a text. And now—poof!—here you are, desperate... begging for my hospitality...well, you are going to have to pay for it!”

Frank stiffened. “You're not getting a dime!”

Her laugh was high and musical, but her eyes never blinked. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s all mine. I’m keeping you out of prison. That’s a full-service package. Besides”—she flicked a lock of his blonde hair behind one ear—“this is just phase one. Doll-making isn’t cheap.”

Frank glared at her. “You can’t be serious.” She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before he could stop her.

“Insurance policy. If you get any clever ideas, imagine this on Instagram...or OnlyFemmes. ‘Bank Robber Chic’.” She giggled so hard she snorted, then clapped her hands. “Oh, I missed this. I missed us. You squirming, me improving you. Just like old times.” Lola leaned in close, her perfume a heady sugar rush. She patted his knee, nails clicking. “Now rest up, doll. Tomorrow, we get serious. You didn't think we were going to stop at a pair of pretty boots and a woollen peacoat did you? Especially not now I have a shopping budget!””

'O' Sissy, My Sissy!

“Studies have shown that the female orgasm can be up to ten times more intense than its male equivalent,” Jane Silver let her words wash over the auditorium full of people before her. “Doesn't seem very fair, does it?” There were murmurs, giggles and even a few cheers from her audience of two hundred couples that had been specially invited to her presentation. “That's why here at MyPleasure, we have developed a drug that stimulates the male brain during ejaculation to emit theta waves equivalent to its female counterpart, simulating the female orgasmic experience.” She paused. “That's science talk for 'it will make you cum your brains out' like you can only dream about.”

There were whoops from the crowd and couples looked at each other in wonder with winks and wet lips. There was a palpable excitement in the room now, especially from the men. “Now,” Jane continued, “what do us girls get out of this deal?” She smiled out a few good natured heckles and stepped closer to the edge of the stage. “As you know, you were invited here today for our product launch after filling out one of our sexual fantasy questionnaires online. These were answered independently from your partners so not to bias the responses and I can tell you now, gentlemen, that every lady in this room answered one certain question in a very specific way.” She paused again to allow the suspense to build. “When asked, 'on a scale of one to ten, how much would you like to feminise your partner?', they responded...10!”

The atmosphere in the crowd changed in an instant. The room was suddenly filled with looks of shock and suspicious glances. “Well, ladies, we know that just one experience of our product will be enough to get you whatever you want. After all, our new drug is only on sale to women, and we know for a fact that every man in this room will do whatever it takes for another taste of sweet ecstasy.” The heckling was no longer light hearted and Jane had to adjust her mic to be heard above the male anger and mockery. “Guys, you are probably thinking you are better off avoiding our product like the plague. It can't be worth a new life as a sissy, right? Well, I hope you enjoyed your complimentary champagne as you entered.” The room fell silent apart from a single glass falling from someone's hand and smashing on the floor.

“Perhaps you'd like to hear a testimonial? Benji, come here, darling!” The curtains at the back of the stage parted and a timid blonde in a frilly wedding dress stepped through. “Before becoming my sissy wife, Benji was my lab assistant and one of the first men to try our new product. So addicted to the female thrill is dear Benji, that she agreed to marry me.” There was a growing rumble of excitement from the women in the room as their partners sat in silence next to them. Benji's madeup face was a picture of shame and acceptance as he knew what was going to happen next. “Benji is my sissy now,” Jane grinned, “just as your boyfriends and husbands will become yours – pathetic little orgasm addicts to do with as you please. Of course, it's up to you how you allow them to climax. I like to use a small but extremely powerful buttplug.” She took a keyfob from her pocket and a look of fear washed over Benji. “You will all find one in your welcome packs.”

 

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Soul Switchers Part 1

 10/25

Life is made of moments. Short, exhilarating, explosive, earth-shattering moments. Like the first time I saw my wife. From the moment I looked into those big round gorgeous eyes I knew we were soulmates. Some of you may be reading this, perhaps sipping a hot beverage and nodding your head, thinking you understand, thinking you can relate to how I felt in that moment. You don't and you can't. You see, being a soulmate is not merely being in love with someone. It is not waking every day just to see their face or even being willing to lay down your life for theirs at a moment's notice. It is more. So much more.

Soulmates...true soulmates, carry a secret – a magical, wonderful shared secret. They will never tell you this secret, not because there is some dire consequence, but because they simply have no need to do so. There is nothing more to gain. We are complete. We are one, and we are so...so rare.

True soulmates can share bodies. By this I mean my wife commands the ability to pilot my body and I hers. Our love is so pure, our souls so intertwined, that the very essence of who we are is blurred between us. We are no longer individuals. We are an us. I can be her and she can be me and the limits of existence observe an orbit one body greater than the rest of you.

Perhaps you are wondering if such a secret actually comes with any advantages? Well, think about that for a second. In sharing our bodies, our bodies also share our minds...our personalities...our abilities. Hannah is fantastic at job interviews – she goes to all of mine in my body and I have risen up my company ladder like a helium balloon. On the flipside, I speak French fluently. Last month I was able to pilot Hannah's body to charm her a big new client in Paris and earn her a promotion of her own. We are so in tune that we know instantly when the other wants us to step in – even for just a few hours. Like this afternoon, for example. Hannah slipped up with her new client in a conference call after they were surprised to find her grasp of French had diminished dramatically since their last meeting and was due a dressing down from her boss. I have no problem being shouted at by a woman I don't even know so I was more than happy to jump into my wife's body for an hour after work while Hannah used mine to start on dinner.

Except her boss wasn't interested in just shouting. She wanted to threaten, cajole and punish. She wanted to seduce and to use. Ultimately, she wanted to fuck.

You are probably wondering why I am telling you this. After all, I told you that we soulmates have no need to share our secrets. We have no need for more. I am telling you because life is made of moments. Short, exhilarating, explosive, earth-shattering moments and I now know that the female orgasm is one of such moments, and holy shit do I want more...

Season 6 Prologue (Whatever Happened to the Pink n Prissy Collective? Part 1)

 0/25

Surprise!! Not a Flashback Friday but a whole new set of captions. I think I have been a bit mean this time around. Not deliberately but it just ended up that way and a lot of my 'nicer' ideas got pushed back to the next batch because I accidentally made too many.

Today we have the prologue and it is the first part of a story that will run right through the season. It is a continuation of Pink n Prissy series, which you can find on my index of linked captions. I hope you enjoy what's to come...

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The Pink n Prissy Collective huddled around the campfire. Wrapped in a faux-fur lined coat, the girly-girl Cassie cosied up to the leather jacketed tomboy Terri as she flicked through photos of their recent haul of sissies. The last remaining of these prissified boys sat next to them- still unable to speak after his friends had been released from their silence by the antidote to the vocal chord freezing serum. Clad in a short skirt and heels, Sam shivered against the cold and burned with humiliation. He shuddered as Charlotte waved a small pink box at him from across the fire. The tushy tickler was no longer rammed in his backside but the painful aftermath was still being felt. The blonde girl opposite turned her attention to Cassie, shaking the buttplug in its container and winking, receiving a roll of the eyes in response from her fellow Collective member.

“Alright, girls,” Josie stood above them holding a smore. “It has been a few years since we did this.” She smiled sadly. “It had been a few years since we did any of the fun things we have done recently. You see Sammy-kins, as wonderful as it was sissifying you and your friends – good ole' times and all that – we didn't do it just to torture you. There is method to our meanness after all. No, actually we need your help.” Sam looked up at her startled.

“You see, Sam,” Terri took the lead. “We've been dormant for four years and we need your help to fix that. But before we can tell you what we need, we need to tell you why we've been laying low.”

“You'll get your chance to earn back your voice,” Josie continued, “but first you need the facts. You need to know about Stephanie and Kirsten.” She paused to take a bite of marshmallow. “I wasn't always the leader of this merry little group. First there was Stephanie – you think we are mean, well, you should have seen Steph... Okay, long story short, we kicked her out and she did not take it well...”

“Next came Grace,” Charlotte took over, “and sadly, she picked the wrong boy to stuff in a dress. What seemed like a routine sissification went badly wrong and the boy's maniac older sister got involved and...well, let's just say we don't see Grace any more...”

“The point is, Sam,” Cassie looked him solemnly in the eye, “we had two hardcore women gunning for revenge against us and what happened next shaped the last four years of our lives. We brought you here tonight for a campfire story. I know that you didn't come willingly, but I beg that you listen so that you understand what needs to happen next. Listen carefully, because we're going to tell you a tale of betrayal, revenge and sex. And it all begins with a sissy...”