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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Thursday, 16 May 2019
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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