Fall on your knees...

Hey folks,

I had this big ol' angry diatribe all written and prepared, but then I thought: who cares! This was actually one of those occasions they tell you about, where if you feel angry about something, just write it out... whaddya know, it worked!

So no need to share any of that with you. I'm just going to get straight to the goods here. To those of you follow me on Tumblr, you might recognize this next number from a few weeks back. I've spent some time trying to make it all blog-worthy, and it ended up pretty the same as it began.

I hope you like it! I really thought I was posting some magical ditties lately, but they seem to have been fallen flat for some reason. Who knows? It's a good thing that I write primarily for myself. Yep, no point getting caught up in a big ol' ego trip or anything.

No ma'am, not me... just a humble li'l captioneer, here.

Enjoy!

Here Comes the Bride

Before we get down to business, I would like to take a moment to explain the difference between a doll and a doll-like creature (or DLC). Perhaps this is remedial for some of you, but apparently it warrants some discussion among the less enlightened.

You see, a doll is made of plastic, whereas a DLC is just like you and me, with flesh, bones, organs and tissues. Dolls do not eat, breathe or go to the bathroom. They are objects. Are you with me so far?

If you want a permanent transformation, it should be into a doll, not a DLC. I mean, think about: who will take care of its organic needs? How do you place it on a pedestal or store it away for extended periods of time?

Listen, DLCs have their place, and I have been known to use them on more than one occasion. They are temporary or transitional states, to be used in a wider context of mind control. Sometimes, in a story, I do not want “how is this possible?” to rear its ugly head, so I employ conventional means, such as drugs and hypnosis, to render a person virtually inanimate or otherwise a puppet.

When I write a doll story, I take it for granted that such fantastical transformations can and do happen, but this does give me license to make up a universe where anything goes. In other words, I want to make it as realistic as possible… it just happens that a person was turned into plastic.

Okay, how are we doing? I'm almost at my point. So… plastic, yet realistic. Let me ask you this: in a body that does contain eardrums, how do you hear? How do you see out of glass eyes? Obviously, it’s all part of the magical convention that we simply accept (for example, trapped consciousness) but then how do you set limits on what can be heard and seen?

Our biology both enables and limits our senses. When we transcend our biology, why to feel compelled to bring our limitations with us?

There is no reason why a doll (unlike a DLC) should not see and hear things much better than you or me. The alternative, in my mind, is to not see or hear anything at all. Anything in-between is simply our organic bias talking.

Furthermore, I find entirely cruel that a man or woman might be transformed into a doll without such natuarl gifts. The sheer boredom of living in a sensory sphere while kept alone for 99% of your existence is really sheer torture, no matter how fabulously dressed you are.

Still confused? Go back a few weeks to read my Best… Doll… Caption… Ever… or read it again. In case you haven’t heard me say it before, I consider myself the thinking pervert’s writer. There are more than enough sites out there if you want a cheep thrill.

Now then, lecture’s over. Let’s get back to the fun stuff: a brand new caption! Oh yes, this is one is solid gold. What else can I say?  Once more, I am asking you to read between the lines because I packed some nice stuff in there. Come on, don’t be shy…

Enjoy!

Happy Father's Day!

Hello, all you sons and daughters!

In celebration of that man so responsible for our dysfunction, I am reposting my "classic" Father's Day caption.

Sorry for not having any new stuff today. As some of you know, I am heavily working, with a bunch of stuff around 90% complete, but not quite at that elusive 100%.

You see, my standards are much higher than once they were, as evidenced by this beauty below. Now, I would not be reposting unless I thought it was quality, but you can see how my style has changed over the years (while in many ways remaining the same).

Incidentally, it has been sooooooo nice hearing from you, some of you old and some of you new. Always so nice. Please keep it coming... don't be shy! The worst that can happen is that I manipulate you into becoming a cock hungry slut.

(Am I allowed to say that on Blogger? And how would Google translate that? Have I just messed up my keywords? Oh, please do not spam me!)

Anyway, hopefully your next wait will be somewhat shorter. Further to the above, I do have one cap up to 98% and another hovering at 93%. There is one in particularly sitting in the high eighties, but poor silly Sarah refuses to proof read it for me!

Oh yeah, speaking of proof reading, I have a funny story... you see, there is this highly esteemed EMC author with whom I have something of a passing acquaintance, in the manner, apparently, of an ant having a passing acquaintance with a shoe. I kindly asked her (not Sarah) to proof read the above-mentioned story, and she kindly responded with her hourly rate.

Can you believe that? Who the hell is me, some fly-by-night captioner? I'm BRENDA dammit! Hey, maybe I should start charging too, a nickel a view...

... that should get me up to ten dollars by the end of the summer. Oh well.

Enjoy!

Best... Doll... Caption... Ever...

I normally don't like to toot my own horn (oh, get your mind out of the gutter... yes, I do THAT quite often!) but I feel that I've been on a roll as of late, and I truly believe that the following caption is extraordinary.

No, it is not explicitly TG, but I hardly think that matters. While I always try to slip in such elements, this one resisted my efforts. It was as stubborn and resolute as the selfsame doll.

I would hardly say that the caption wrote itself, but my muse clearly had her story in mind (even though it took me a while to figure out her intentions). Perhaps the larger picture will reveal MY intentions to make this a bimbo blog (not simply TG) for both male and female visitors.

Those of you who remember my old blog may also remember my fascination with women who share my same core fantasy, such that we start with our own particular gender but arrive at similar end states.

I remain fascinated by this parallel (I know there is a better word out there for it, but it escapes me) and I am more convinced than ever that it does in fact exist. What does it mean? Good question. I was hoping you would tell me.

In the meantime... Enjoy!

 

Hot Pink Shame

Hey folks! It’s been a couple of weeks, so I thought I’d check in. I’m attaching a cap that wrote a several months ago, that some of you may have already seen. I am posting it here because I like it, and would like to share it as part of my official canon.

I would also like to rap with you a bit about a topic with which you might be familiar: shame. I have written about it in the past, but it keeps popping up. I feel that shame is intimately linked with our peculiar manner of arousal.

You may also call it humiliation, if you’d like… but there can be doubt that our brand of fetish falls clearly outside of social norms. Is this simply a byproduct, or something more? Are we misfits by nature, or did our perversion somehow contribute to this outcome?

I have heard a lot of people say, some highly reputable sources, to not to be ashamed by our fetish: embrace it; embody it; be proud. I would say no: be ashamed... be very, very ashamed. Shame is spicy, shame is hot, and without it, they are only just clothes.

Now, fetish and identity are two separate things. Yes, I am in favor of confidence and self-esteem, but my sexual fantasies are irrevocably tied with social anxieties. We can have two lives, says I, and balance our duality, inside and outside the closet.

Embrace it? No, fight it! Accept it? No, deny it! Be like those quantum particles with simultaneous ontologies.

I feel awful sometimes, so deeply depressed… meaningless, isolated, confused. I like to maintain a public persona, but privately I am overwrought. My shame is private, it is mine, and you cannot have it. I would cry out: Reclaim the Shame!

Whip that surly bastard, but do not let him go… no matter how he wriggles.

Brenda's Revenge (Part Seven)

It has been a long and tumultuous series which started with Brian, the victim of some unfathomable corporate bureaucracy, finding himself irreconcilably in skirts. The only direction was down, and what an irreverent fall it was, his body and mind irrevocably changed to the irrepressible whims of his irredeemable boss, Mr Banyon (I am sorry if you find my discourse irritating).

But then Mr Banyon found himself on the opposite end of the spectrum, with none other than Brenda (neé Brian) to administer his punishment. While it seemed at first that our Brenda was reluctant, it came to pass that perhaps she was not all that innocent. In fact, through a series of deft and cynical moves, she managed to bring Bambi (neé Mr Banyon) under her sharp stiletto heel, with Mistress Alexa next in her crosshairs.

Was Brenda successful in her grandiose plan? Well, 58% of you told me she was… so then I suppose that it’s true then. But I do not like it (insert: frowny face). Mind you, I am somewhat flattered, that some of you may have figured that storytime Brenda was a surrogate for me, but I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again: I hate, hate, HATE it when the hero/ine wins!!!

Having said that, there is something to be said for growth and empowerment, which are messages that many of us (me included) would be wise to internalize. In any case, I am a sissy of my word, so here you have it, the final chapter of Brenda’s revenge:

Wait, wait, wait! Hold on there just one moment! Some of you young’uns may not know me so well, but it’s hardly my nature to end things like that! I mean, why do one ending when you can do two? You see, while I may indulge your frivolous votes, mine was for the Mr Banyon ending. In fact, it’s the only ending that I ever really envisioned.

You see, what is the point of irreversible (sorry) brainwashing if it turns out to be, well… reversible? I wrote this story to explore just how far, just how deep Mr Banyon could delve into Brenda and make her his own. It’s like, he completely razed the field of her psyche and locked an impenetrable iron sphere around the core of her being. From there, he grew a new garden more to his liking.

So, even though Brenda may have flowered, there remained an essential element of control that could not be broken, unless you razed her completely again (which I would not recommend: I do not think her psyche could take it again, and cracking the sphere would probably damage her core). Perhaps you feel differently? Let me know what you think after reading this alternative ending:

And why do two endings when you can do three? A significant number of you voted for the Mistress Alexa ending… so why not share that one as well? It seems plausible to me that (a) she was too smart to be easily outsmarted, and (b) her own brainwashing devices would not work on her, which means she was only playing along with Brenda to see how far she intended to go.

Perhaps some you voted this way because you saw this logic, or perhaps you just wanted to see a dominant woman in charge… or some other reason? Irregardless (ha, ha! Not really a word!) I do believe that she had genuine feelings for Brenda, and she must have felt soooooo hurt by her betrayal. Alas, behold the fury of a woman scorned:

Okay, folks… that’s all for now! I hope you have enjoyed the Mr Banyon saga. I do not envision any third part (at least not anytime soon) but if it happens, I shall respect your votes, and continue from the “Brenda on top” angle. In the meantime, I’ll be posting a mixture of new and old stuff in the days and weeks ahead. I have been experimenting with some new approaches that I would like to share with all of you, and I’ll also be throwing in some vintage and “little-seen” captions.

Whew! ‘Nuff said!

Brenda's Revenge (Part Six)

Sorry for the long wait, my little dewdrops. It has taken me longer than expected to work through this story, but I hope your patience has been rewarded.

Some of you have guessed where this story was going (particularly after the last part) but I challenge you to guess how it is going to end...

You see, not even I know who will "win" this ultimate showdown. Does Brenda assert her dominance or will Mistress Alexa take back the reigns? Perhaps our dear Mr Banyon ends up on top. I am leaving it to you to decide!

That's right, I want you vote for the outcome of this story. Take a gander to the right of this page and register your vote. I am curious to see what you'll all decide.

In the meantime, read and enjoy!