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Visual exploration of fantasies in gender-fluidity, femininity, glamour,transformation, illusion, cross-dressing, dominance and submission. Images posted here are NSFW and are the properties of the respective owners.

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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Personal Investment | Seized Asset [Explicit]

Some things are given, others must be taken
(Very Explicit Content Below)

“Look at me,” His whispered words held a dangerous edge to them. . . an edge I knew all too well by this point.  “Look. At. Me. You belong to me.” I wanted to advert my eyes but his hand wouldn’t let me look away. Instead a mixture of fear, anticipation and desire swirled within my thoughts, blending them into a whirlwind of conflict.  

“What would your father think of you now?” he growled.  “Would he be proud? Would he want to see what’s become of his son?  How would he feel knowing you are on my leash?” I blushed, imagining if my family and friends could see me exposed in such a manner.  “Do you think your father would overlook me now? Perhaps he would rethink his decision to groom his son to take over the company. Maybe when he sees you on your knees before me he will see the error of his ways.”

I tried to give him a look of defiance but I couldn’t hide the longing in my eyes.  He loved to see the storm of emotion dueling within me. The anger was there, but it was dampened by all the conditioning and corruption that he had subjected me to.  On my soft, glowing face, dressed in the flimsiest of lingerie, my ivory-smooth flesh on display for him - my anger looked like desire.

He smiled for a moment, proud of his work.  A few steps brought him behind me, carefully undoing the slinky material clinging to my form.  I bit my lip as I felt his hand on my skin, slowly exploring - searching for more changes.

“Supple, nubile, vibrant,” he growled in my ear.  “Nothing of Eli remains now. Only softness, pliancy.  A fresh canvas for me to work my art. What shall I make you?”  I finally moaned, the sensitivity of his touch too stimulating to ignore.  His fingers played lightly against my folds like a musician with a piano. “To think, we once compared the size of our cocks.  We chased pussy, sometimes fucking the same girls.” the amusement in his voice implied more than he could have said - he had robbed me of something that I had taken such pride in.  In its place, the best pussy money could buy. “What would I have given to fuck such a perfect piece of ass?” he mused as his fingers teased me. “Well, almost perfect. . . soon you will be.”

I couldn’t hide my whimpers as his fingers stimulated my pussy . . . the void between my legs where my manhood should have been.  Once I struggled against his touch, but now something inside me craved it. He had trained me so thoroughly to be this docile plaything - a living toy for his whims.  

“Oh the shapes I can make with you,” he mused as his hands manipulated my body.  “Should you have thicker hips? A larger bust? I want you to be unmistakably feminine when they finally see you.  A body of a trophy wife that only dreams of fucking her husband and looking pretty for him.” He contorted my body, bending and twisting me like a rubberband, putting me in position he wanted to take me in.  It only took a moment but soon I felt the velvety thickness of his manhood invade my pussy. It was nothing new, yet it still felt like bliss. “You always moan like a whore when I fuck you. You can’t resist anymore.  That’s good - it means you are finally learning your place.” I couldn’t deny him - I was too weak to struggle, to overwhelmed with need to curse him. The way my pussy milked this massive prick revealed the truth - I was addicted now.  

I could say he forced me - but that was in the beginning.  I had given him all the keys to my submission. He gained my trust until I could do nothing but obey his whims.  He had taken my share of the company away from me, then taken my manhood just to prove that he was the superior one.  This was his vengeance and I was his pawn.

“I will never tire of fucking you, ruining your body for my pleasure” he growled as he savaged my fuckhole.  “I want to remind you that you are nothing compare to me. I’ll use every bit of fortune I will take from your family to keep you youthful and fuckable.  A highly enhanced fuckdoll that will fuck how I want to fuck, suck how I want to be sucked and beg for more when I’m done with her. Everyone will know what a proper slut I married.  Then I’ll let them see your talents first hand.” My contorted body spent, he finally unchained my bar from the ceiling, leaving my pussy dripping with his seed. There was no modesty at this point, but the shame and humiliation was as pungent as the sex in the air.  This man was gloating over me and I had no will to fight back. Instead, I was on my knees waiting for him to use me as he wished. He has sapped me of any will to rebel.

He teased me with his still-hard cock, bobbing it in front of my face, waiting for me to respond.  “Don’t act like you don’t want it. We both know you can’t resist.” I poked my lip out but my eyes followed the thick, throbbing thing as he shook in front of me.  Those same urges he trained into me started to build, demanding that I reach out and grab it. He saw the worship in my eyes as I watched, waiting me out. Just as he said, my resistance crumbled as I started to bathe his cock with my tongue.  “That’s a good slut, show your master how happy you are to serve him.” My eyes locked with his as he let me savor the masculine taste of him. “I think you need to look a little less natural. I want to see the look of a vacant bimbo staring at me when you suck me off.  I will have the doctors inflate your breasts until they are too big for the small frame. They will look perfect when I cum on them every morning before breakfast.”

My only response were mewing kisses to the tip of his prick, my mind too far gone with thoughts of pleasuring him.  Him. The creator of my torment. “Here, slut, why don’t you let me help you.” He had obviously grown tired of my careful devotion and shoved his dick past my lips.  For a moment, he held my head in place, thrusting his shaft deep down my throat. He grinned as he heard me gagging, drool hanging from my pouty lips. Instinctively I breathed through my nose as I accepted his cock, sucking my gift with an unstated hunger.  “Once you are complete, we will fly to your father’s home and he will see what we have been up to all these months. I’ll show him everything we have worked so hard on and then I’ll take my place as head of the family. You’ll be by my side of course. . . but on your knees where you belong.”

I couldn’t stop this fate he had for me.  But at the moment, I did not care. He had trained his slut well.  His investment in me was sound.

Friday, November 30, 2012

"Self-Inflicted" or "Pushing Too Far"

How long can you straddle the line?  When is the point of no return?  You are dangerously close when you get to this point.


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

"Becoming His Truth" or "The Freedom Of Choice"

About a month ago, Sarine Davis wrote a wonderful story based on a concept I gave her.  She was kind enough to donate it for the Haven Quarterly E-zine.  Some of you who read Fictionmania may know her as Belladonna.  She's got a nice catalog of role reversion/force feminization stories that are beautifully crafted and make very engrossing reads.  After reading the story, I was stunned with how she took a basic idea in my head and ran with it.  Because it's on a temporary embargo, you won't be seeing it anytime soon.  Still, I decided she deserved thanks and praise for her work.  This was my thank you to her - a work place tale in the vein of some of her own work.  I've seen the images used before in captions, so I wanted to make it really pop.  Let me know what you think.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

"Satisfaction" or "The Moment"

A very different sort of tricked caption.  How would you feel if you were manipulated in such a way?  Pure corruption in it's best moment.  Until next time, dolls.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

"Cruel Salvation" or "Making the Decision For You"

I don't often let my wicked, dark side enough out when I'm making captions, but I'm glad I did for this bit.  I still held back with the writing and even choices in pictures.  Still I wanted to have multiple pictures and there were enough sexy ones to work with.  This caption was also the result of three revisions.  The first two drafts were horrid visually so I scrapped them.  However I did keep one of them to see the evolution of this caption.  I'm very happy with the results both visually and story wise.

So who else is fit to be tied? 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

[Exclusive Caption] "Daddy's Little Girls" or "Family Bonding"

An exclusive caption created for The Modern Goddess blog.

Sometimes I just feel wicked and want to cross a forbidden the line or two.  This caption is such a caption.  This one was partly inspired by a story from Fictionmania along with a conversation I had with Victoria Hyde.  She brought up the idea of a mistress being a flesh-peddler; holding her thrall out on display while she gives a seductive sales pitch to the potential customer.  Meanwhile, said thrall wait's patiently, eyes pleading to be used after being trained so well by her mistress.  It's a positively orgasmic image of temptation and needless to say it sent the motor running.  I combined a few ideas and wrote this caption after finding a particular picture. Because she helped spark it, Victoria gets the co-staring role and the speaking parts.  Afterall, I can think of no one else who can sale sin like her.  That silver-tongued vixen will have you in panties before you can say "Yes ma'am" and I adore her for it.

While I can't say that I will use particular trope much, I can say I will be exploring more darker themes when the fancy strikes me.  The usual quality of work you've come to know and love will still be here!  Until next time.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

"Breaking The Mold" or "A Future On Her Knees"

This little gem was made for Alectra.  Sometimes a little punishment goes a long way in getting your point across.  I was feeling very wicked and this is what came out.

 On another note, the August Caption Contest@ Rachel's Haven is over and I won.  For those of you who voted for me, thank you so much!  For those of you who voted and viewed the wonderful work done by so many, thanks even more because it was one of the more active contests in recent memory.  There were some great captions made for the contest and I'm glad it inspired so much (HERE and HERE are some of my personal favorites).  What also made me happy is that Victoria Hyde(The Codex Of Corruption) came in second(however she's the one girl I would have no problem with losing to!).  If you haven't seen them, I urge you to check out the work at the Haven.  If you aren't a member, I urge you to join the community and see what the September contest brings up (It also doesn't hurt that everyone is super nice there!)

 Another little tidbit of info is that I've made a little poll in the upper right hand corner of the blog.  I want to know what type of captions you all like in terms of length.  Remember, feedback is the only currency we caption-makers get so it's important to let us know what you like.  I do take it into consideration when I sit down to make captions.

Until next time, dolls.

for more feedback you can always email me at sometimessimone@yahoo.com
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