Legion of pleasure parts 1-3

The turning of the first lady: An old Gynarchy caption I made

From first friend to seond Stepmother

Kiera was a sweet young woman, having recently graduated, she still helped at her local university, working as an assistant librarian. Even going as far as to sneakily give students a piece of paper with a link to a site to download textbooks for free.

There was 1 girl who came in quite frequently called Pippa, who was quite a mousy person. She was always by herself, sitting in the quietest corner with any and all books from Jaqueline Wilson to John Green and Sarah J. Maas. Kiera felt sorry for her one day and over the past couple of weeks, she made Pippa feel more and more comfortable when it came to having friends or at the very least having a friend in Kiera.

She had also managed to build up Pippa’s confidence to the point she was invited to her house, where she lived with her Stepmother. The woman, while a MILF, was very strict and domineering. Now that she had met her, she could understand why Pippa was the way she is. However surprisingly, the woman whose name was Kendra, acted completely opposite to the way she treated Pippa to her.

She was sweet, kind and always smiling and thankful that Kiera came into their lives. Eventually even giving her a highly expensive gift in the form of a chain necklace for her birthday. 

When Kendra helped put it on her, She had a strange unsettling Grin on her face. “Now, I’ll have you all to myself and Pippa will have a new step mommy, who will treat her right.”

As that was said, Keira began to change both physically and mentally alongside the rest of reality shifting to accommodate the changes. Her body grew both in muscle and height, while she aged up and her hair lightened and styled itself. Her Outfit also became sluttier and more expensive, going from a cheap Target-brand t-shirt and jean shorts to a set of designer lingerie.

Meanwhile, her mind altered to believe that she was Pippa’s second stepmother, marrying Kendra only a week after the funeral of her father. Her feelings have shifted the friendship and growing romantic love she had for Pippa and the untrusting contempt she had for Kendra were completely flipped. However, there was still some sexual feelings left that were targeted towards Pippa. Mainly for ‘Family bonding’ and ‘Pippa’s socialising and obedience training.’

As reality altered around her the scene changed and it was time for training. Kendra was out so the new Kiera had her stepdaughter all to herself. With a hard look, she pointed the frightened Pippa to the couch.

Once there, Kiera Commanded Pippa to strip as she did the same, she then casually laid on the couch and commanded her to do many things from bringing her a glass of wine to feeding her skittles but only the orange ones. However, when Pippa screwed up and fed her a green one, she spat it back in her face and told her to get on the couch and apologise like she had been taught.

With that said, dejectedly and on the brink of tears, Pippa got on the other end of the couch and began to worship her stepmother's feet, licking and sucking them with as much love as she can muster, trying to keep up, even when Kiera tried to throw her off by moving her leg and foot around.

Finally, with a somewhat pleased look, Kiera removed her foot from her mouth and gestured for Pippa to crawl over to get her reward. She opened her legs and presented her pussy, though Pippa knew what to do. Slowly she leant down and began lapping at Kiera’s pussy like a little kitten with a bowl of milk. However, Kiera was getting nothing out of it, sighing with disappointment, she placed one foot on her head, forcing Pippa more into her crotch and grabbed a Vibrator. It would speed things up and certainly add an extra challenge for her stepdaughter. That of Beat the vibrator at making me orgasm or you’ll have a storm brewing when I tell your mother about your failings when she gets home. 

Breakdown in Steepleford parts 1 and 2

The final reposting from Tumblr, this time parts 1 and 2 of Breakdown and Steepleford. Aka the origins of Steepleford from my Eroticon caption. 

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The Devil went down to Utah

Next up in my reposts from Tumblr, a Demonic corruption caption
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Sarah was a gentle and delicate soul. She attended church, volunteered at the local animal shelter and she saved herself for marriage. The only thing that differentiated her from all the over highly devoted church girls, was that she enjoyed dying her hair.

One Day as she gracefully walked through the woods, A shadowy figure lurked behind, watching her, In fact, the figure had been watching her for some time, ever since she caught their eye one Sunday afternoon. Her vibrant red hair making her stand out in the sea of brunettes, blondes, greys and gingers that poured out of the church’s doors. The figure knew she would be perfect.

For the figure could sense that she was perfectly pure yet the easiest to corrupt. Her Natural beauty was just a bonus. As Sarah walked, she noticed a lone white rose laying on the floor, left and forgotten from a wedding that morning. The figure knew this was the perfect time to strike and with a flash of the figures eyes, a corrupted enchantment was placed on the rose, all Sarah needed to do was catch herself on one of its thorns.

And luckily, Sarah did just that, catching her thumb on a thorn that was hidden behind a leaf. It caught her by surprise as she brought up her thumb to inspect it, noticing blood slowly trickle down and drip onto the rose’s petals. What happened next caused her to freeze and drop the rose, slowly the blood reacted with the rose and enchantment, causing the once snow white petals to take on a blood-red tone and the green stem darkened, the thorns growing longer and sharper.

Panic began to set in as she stumbled around, unsure what was happening and what she should do. That moment was when the figure finally approached her. Covered in a black hooded cloak, the figure approached, removing the hood when the figure noticed Sarah begin to panic more and slowly back away screaming things like “begone Satanist” and “God protect me.”  The figure found it quite cute and amusing as the figure revealed that they were female with flowing jet black hair, pale skin and black eyeshadow and lipstick, that really brought out her red eyes.

Frozen in fear and getting woozy from blood loss, Sarah just stood there, as the female figure approached until they were only half an arms width apart from each other. The woman spoke with an accent that could not be placed anywhere on a map but it was very sensual… and calming, something that highly worried the pure god-loving Mormon.

With fading resistance, Sarah began to slowly and intently listen to the words of the woman, not flinching when her hand was grabbed and slowly brought to her lips. The Woman calmly commanded Sarah to drink from the thorns wound, somehow knowing she meant the blood coming from her finger, she brought her thumb to her lips and began sucking on it.

As she sucked, Sarah began to gain a growing taste for blood, unaware her thoughts were slowly corrupting. Gone were thoughts of chastity and serving God replaced with growing desires for blood, sex and serving the great Demoness Lucifer.

As she finished sucking on her thumb, she opened her eyes, her hazel iris’ replaced with an orangey-red firey vortex. Staring into her new mistress’ the newly made demoness’ thrall was ready to serve and rise up the ranks of hell. 

2 years later and Sarah was no more, She was only Sanguinem. Over those years she began to prove herself, Slowly turning her small town in Utah to the true gateway to the underworld and a place where demoness’ could walk free without a disguise. Of course in those 2 years that Sanguinem enthralled the women of the town and got drunk on the blood of its men, changes did occur to show her demoness Status and power.

The first changes to happen to her after becoming a thrall of hell, was after she enslaved her mothers and sisters and sucked dry the blood of her father and brothers. Her hair turned to the colour of midnight and she began to gain more muscles. Next, after doing the same to her neighbours, her skin grew a deep red and she gained fangs as well as advancing ranks from Thrall to Apprentice.

Once she had enslaved, corrupted or drank dry everyone in town, she had risen to the rank of Minor Lord. She now had grown horns that would only grow sharper and longer as she advanced from Minor to Major Lord to Arch-Demoness and eventually she dreamed of becoming wife of the High Empress Demoness Lucifer herself.

However Sanguinem knew, the only way to achieve that was to do what could be considered impossible and enslave the globe or at the very least all of the western world. However, she also knew that doing so would catch the attention of heaven and war would break out. So she knew what needed to be done. She needed to corrupt, transform and create an army of demoness’ from all the women of the western world.

So Many Shoes - Time to dominate

Another post from my tumblr that I managed to dig up and transfer over to here. This was a continuation/spin-off from Captioner Mara-mischiefs so many shoes series:
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Tom looked over the remains of Jenny’s closet, over the past week, since he discovered the shoes magical properties, her old closet only grew in size, the only difference now is that all those clothes belonged to Thomas and his many new forms. 

Looking through the closet he found a box that caught his eyes, it seemed to be unopened and had a sticker on the box that said it was Kendra J heels. He had experience with the regular Kendra heels but not this pair. Deciding to take a look he opened it up.

What he saw was a pair of tight boots that went up to just above his knees. Though he was sure that would change, given his experiences.

Before putting them on, he decided to slide into some pantyhose feeling that it would pair well with the boots. Once those were on and he slid his feet in, his body shrunk down to 5ft7, as he lost weight and gained a 32C bust. Next, his hair lengthened and became a deep red. Her new face gaining a sultry look.

Then she felt a rush of power, the likes Thomas never experienced before. This body wasn't made for pleasuring but to be pleasured; to be worshipped and to Dominate. Heading into the wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit, fit for her new Dominatrix self. Donning a faux leather corset, gloves, mini skirt and choker, she was ready to head out for the night. Ready to find someone ready to submit to her and worship her.

In fact, she had an idea, searching through her closet she grabbed a box of heels and immediately knew these heels would create the perfect submissive. Plus she knew who she would make put them on.

The full throttle Saloon, Thomas or now Kendra J, heard recent rumours that Jenny’s disappearance started here. Confidently walking in, Her Aura of pure dominance as well as what she was wearing certainly drew a few looks. Striding up to the bar, she asked the women behind it if she had heard of or noticed Jenny. When that lead to nothing, she simply ordered a Jack Daniels and walked off to a table. Followed by a raven-haired woman who overheard the conversation.

Sitting down the Raven haired biker slut approached her. Calling herself Bonnie, she began asking why the fuck she was looking for Jenny since she had no idea who the fuck she was. That gave her away and Kendra knew that Bonnie was in fact, Jenny. She just needed to find a way to get her out of her boots.

Whispering in her ears, that she knew Bonnie’s shoe secret, she began blackmailing her right there and then. Next, she ordered a bunch of shots and found out Bonnie had a much higher alcohol tolerance than Jenny had.

Once that was over with almost $100 spent on Jack Daniels, Jaegerbombs and Smirnoff, Kendra took the Drunken Bonnie to her car, where she laid her in the backseat and unzipped her boots. Just as she suspected, Bonnie’s body began to shift back into the Jenny she once knew, almost anyway. 

It turns out there was a hidden side effect unknown even to the shoemaker, that the more you wear the same pair, the more you permanently change into the woman the shoes make you, even when the shoes are off. With the way Jenny looked now, she must have been wearing them for at least 18 hours straight every day for a month.

Though the revelation that the longer she wore the same pair, the more likely she is to stay in that form, currently didn’t matter to Kendra. She grabbed the pair of ballet heel ankle boots from the boot of the car and slid them on, before getting into the car herself and driving home.

When she got home, Jenny’s transformation was complete and she was now Natalie, the submissive lesbian slave willing to do anything for her mistress. Kendra J approached the drunken and passed out Natalie and kicked her to wake her.

“I didn’t give you permission to sleep, wake up and clean my boots. That Saloon really needs to learn how to clean its floors.” With those commands, Natalie got onto all fours and began using her tongue to clean it with complete and utter devotion but then she stopped.

Kendra J was completely angry that Natalie would do such a half-assed job and grabbed her by the throat, berating and scolding her. To make sure she would do a better more thorough Job, she put Natalie in a human bridle and held the side of her face so she couldn’t move her head. “Now that’s better.”


As Natalie began to get into the swing of things and move on to the next boot, Kendra J removed her hand, sat back and relaxed. Enjoying the new submissive and Devoted Jenny. Plus with how submissive she was now, she would only ever remove the boots if she told her too. She could get used to this life. The only question is how often would she wear these boots. Since the longer she wore them, the more likely the change would be permanent. Plus she still had those clear platform stripper heels to test out or perhaps she could get Natalie to try them for her.

Eroticon 2019

This is not my usual format but felt like trying something different for this somewhat longer form story.

Eroticon 2019 is a collective set of stories created by Mara Mischiefs captioner discord. You can find hers here: https://maramischiefs.blogspot.com/2019/04/eroticon-2019.html?zx=bfeee8549fa32e9f  and Evie Hydes here: http://eviehyde.blogspot.com/2019/04/eroticon-2019-all-exclusive-slut-pass.html

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Mark slowly wondered around the halls of the convention, he wasn't really a fan of all this stuff but his girlfriend Sarah was really into it all, so he was here to support her. It was while Sarah was at a panel about 'The Gynarchy' that Mark stumbled upon what was touted as an interactive experience and what would ultimately change his life.

The experience was organized by one of the captioners, ZoeyStarz or was it Vypress or did she go by both? Whatever her alias was, Sarah really liked her stories and wanted to come to the con just to give her a copy of the novel she was writing inspired by Zoey's captions. Seeing this, he thought he might as well find out why she liked her so much, so he paid the $5 dollar fee and stepped into the room, the experience was in.

Inside what was essentially a shipping container sized plywood box was a line of leather chairs in front of a line of what Mark thought were clunky VR helmets. What they were, in fact, were small teleportation devices designed to look like retro salon hairdryers. They were there to send people into another reality. A Reality where every town and every city was like the Stepford Wives. A country that was heavily conservative in their views on gender and where every woman was either a nurse, a teacher or most commonly just a housewife. 

Of course, most people who went to the experience already went by Zoey's booth or attended the earlier panel on stepfordization so knew what they were getting into but not Mark, he was going into it all unaware.

Being led to one of the chairs by a woman dressed in 50s fashion, he was told to sit back, relax and let the helmet do all the work. Slowly the helmet was lowered, the dial turned and the switch flicked and Mark was put in a frozen upright state.

Slowly his body faded out of existence and no longer did he exist in reality. Instead, he was transported to a town in the reality the device was connected to. More specifically it was the local Steepleford Salon. Zoey had travelled to that reality and met with the towns Mayor. She would provide new potential wives over the course of a weekend, all he needed to do was transform them.

So Mark sat in the Salon still frozen in place as the Teleporter helmet was replaced with a different variant. The new hairdryer slowly began to change his face while also altering his mind. First his hair lightened and grew from a brunette fauxhawk to flowing blonde locks. His skin softened becoming almost porcelain in look, finally his lips became much fuller and what little beard he had was no more.

Next, the Salon workers stripped him of his clothing and applied a fast-acting chemical, that softened and lightened his skin to match that of his face, it also sprouted breasts that reached a B-cup. Small when compared to the rest of steeplefords women but a trip to the surgeon would fix it if she so desired.

Finally, as they gave the new woman a pedicure, put her in some underwear, stockings, heels and a 40s style dress, they watched to see the new woman awaken. Slowly the woman stirred awake and looked around. In her mind all was normal and she was just getting her weekly primp up, with the salon ladies quietly doing her nails, hair and make-up for her.

The beautician and the new mark simply chatted in a conversation led by the beautician and asking questions to see if the new mental changes had taken complete control. Luckily they had and the new Mary Anne Lawson checked herself in the mirror before grabbing her purse, paying and heading to the local Church.

16 years later:

Many years had passed and Mary was now a loving and caring mother to 3 children, a 16-year-old daughter and a pair of 6-year-old twins, one a boy the other a girl. She was also the wife of the towns top lawyer. As she sat there reading through her newspaper, she felt she could live no other way and could not wait till her daughter was old enough for her own wedding. She had heard she was seeing the son of the family doctor, she only wished she would at least invite him over so they could meet him and see if he truly was her Mr right.

Meanwhile, in the present day and back at Eroticon:

In the new reality, with Mark no longer having existed, Sarah had instead come alone. She was seemingly much more full of energy and life, having not had her love for the genre questioned by Mark, her novel had a stronger TF element to it and she had finished it much sooner. When she took it to Zoey during a meet and greet afterwards, Sarah was taken aback when Zoey seemingly flirted with her, signing another copy of the book and slipping in a little piece of paper, on which was written a time and a room number. 

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The Gynarchy Collection

What you see below are all my captions made for my character in the universe of Baroness Vanessa's Gynarchy universe. They are listed in order of creation.