(166) Wanks A Million.

Hi folks. Well despite all my doom and gloom on the last post. A little sunshine. This blog has past one million page hits.
                                           THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
Being the Ego maniac I am I have been keeping an eye on things but was expecting it sometime next month but all you lovely people pulled something out and gave me a huge splurge of love.
In true Oscars fashion. I was so not expecting this and did not expect to win against such stiff opposition, I did not prepare anything. (Pulls long speech and caption from the handbag.)
When I started posting in 2013 I am sure I had the same dreed as any blogger and would not get any hits. But I like to inflict punishment and stuck with it. I am so glad you keep coming. Love you all.
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(160) Into The Lioness Den.

Oh no! Christmas is coming. I heard the first Johnny Mathis when a child is born. This is happening, people!
 I have a long one for you. Take a deep breath, brace yourselves. Its coming ready or not.

(158) An Office Coup.

This is the "Caption" that I was working on last week. It has got rather long so more of a short essay now. You know me I do like to pile on the agony.
Let me know what you think of it.

(155) Halloween Horror 3

(152)All In A Spin.

(GIGGLE) TIME TO GET THEM TASSELS SPINNING BOYS. (CHEERS FROM CROWD)
JAME'S OR HIS STAGE NAME MISS JANE JIGGLES, STARTED TO GET HIS HIS BREASTS IN MOTION FOR THE SHOW STOPPER. 
 HE HATED HOW THE MEN OGLED AND JEERED, HE FELT LIKE MEAT ON DISPLAY. SURE HE HAD NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT WHEN A MERE TWELVE MONTHS AGO HE WENT TO THE SAME KIND OF STRIP BAR AND WAS THE ONE EYEBALLING THE GIRLS.
(SIGH) BUT A GALS GOT TO EAT, AND WITH NO ID, HIS WORK OPTIONS WERE LIMITED TO THESE SEEDY JOINTS.
HE REGRETTED THAT HE HAD NOT MOVED WITH THE TIMES. IT'S THE SIXTIES 
AND AS MUCH AS HE HATED IT HIS WIFE... EX-WIFE HAD SEIZED ON THE WOMEN'S LIB MOVEMENT. WORK, FREEDOMS, AND FAITHFULNESS! IT WAS CRAZY, JUST BECAUSE HE WAS SLEEPING WITH OTHER WOMEN IT DID NOT MEAN HE DID NOT LOVE THE CUTE HOUSEWIFE AT HOME. HE NEVER MESSED WITH HER COOKING AND CLEANING. AND AS LONG AS THEY HAD SEX WHEN HE WANTED HE DID NOT COMPLAIN. SO WHAT WAS THESE STUPID WOMENS BEEF?
 BUT SHE HAD DONE THIS TO HIM. FED HIM HORMONES, DEGRADED AND EMASCULATED HIM, ROBBED HIM OF MASCULINITY AND SHRIVELED HIS OUNCE PROUD MANHOOD. THEN KICKED HIM OUT ON THE STREET.
 WELL AT LEAST THINGS WERE GETTING BETTER, THE MONEY AND TIPS ARE QUITE GOOD. AND GUS THE SECRETLY GAY CLUB BOUNCER GIVES HIM A ROOF OVER HIS HEAD. WELL AS LONG AS HE KEPT THE LITTLE FLAT CLEAN AND TIDY.
MADE HIS MEALS AND LOOKED AFTER HIS NEEDS IN THE BEDROOM. 
JANE WIGGLED ON HER HEELS TO THE STAGE FRONT AND LENT BACKWARDS. THE TASSLED PASTIES IN FULL FLIGHT DID FEEL PRETTY GOOD AGAINST HER SENSITIVE ERECTING NIPPLES.
 BUT SHE LAMENTED, THIS WOULD NOT DO HER BUST ANY GOOD. THESE TITS WOULD BE ON A DOWNWARD PLUNGE FOR SURE.
THIS IS ONE GAL WHO WOULD NOT BE BURNING HER BRA.

(148) Clean Thoughts.

Here we go another caption for your amusement and entertainment.
I have had a very boring weekend as have not been feeling to good.
I looked my symptoms up on the internet I think I have narrowed it
down to bubonic plague or African sleeping sickness.

(147) Trapped In The Wrong Body

(144) Weegie Of DOOM.

Heres a funny story. I was going to post this earlier but could not get on to the internet.
I spent time turning things on and off and replugging things in. Turns out I had not turned the modem on. My brain really does need more oxygen!

(133) Just An Old Fashioned Girl.

(131) Mayday.

Apparently, the Mayday call for help is a corruption of the french M'aidez, Help me.
It's a good job really, I mean if your boat is about to be dashed on the rocks or the wing has just fallen off your plane I do not think it's a good time to have to learn French.
 My french language teacher at school had a very broad Irish accent. I had enough trouble trying to understand her English so no hope of learning any French.

(128) Sheiking All Over

Melissa waited nervously.The music began to play a fast tempo. A hypnotic eastern tune swirled across the large spacious palace room.
 It had been two years since she had last set eyes on Greg her cheating abusive ex-boyfriend, She had often thought of him and wondered if he had escaped or was still suffering her revenge.
 A female figure moved seductively behind a gauze curtain a curvy tantalising silhouette.
Melissa had Greg to thank for her now comfortable life she could not believe how the payback had gone so far way beyond her wildest expectations. Humiliate, embarrass and maybe rob Greg of a little of his proud machismo was the idea. But the glory of the internet is a wonderful thing. A meeting on women's chat room. The mysterious Jullie, she made things happen.
Greg disappeared for a few weeks and when next she saw him at a fetish club Jullie used she had seen Greg brought out shamed and embarrassed in full drag led by a leather clad Dominatrix.
 Apparently, the powerful electric butt plug had been an afterthought but a good way for the patron to tease the victim was extra icing. The remote was handed to Mellisa and a press of the plus button caused Greg to shudder, another press caused him to yelp and adopt a sexy tiptoe mince around the room. It was hilarious. She had to try the next setting. Wow, the wiggle that convulsed the tormented man sent a pulse from his skirt glad arse and hips. working up his body to quake the false breasts and down to buckle his knees.
 It was a glorious fun night for Melissa the memories would make her happy forever and with the video and photos, she had ammunition enough to make Greg a good obedient boy.
 Had things stopped there she would not have minded but in the audience was a man who saw the new forced sissy dancing. He was captivated and desired another slave for his harem. Oh, the potential for this one, those moves. And the evil oil Sheik could make offers and have the changes with just a dip into his loose change.
 The thin curtain pulled back. The dancer turned and with every beat swung her way into the center of the room and gathered guests with. Pure female sexuality, tantalizing movements sensual teasing.
 To be honest when the Sheik made the offer Mellissa could not believe that it was for real. Could you really sell somebody in this day and age? But she had gone along with it and enjoyed scaring Greg more. It was with amazement that when she looked at her bank account and saw the 500k sitting there. And Greg had not been seen again. Until now just three weeks after the invite and plane tickets to the desert kingdom.
 The dancer swirled her pulsating hips to the watching men. Working her way around the circle entrapping every eye. An erotic playfulness and tempting invitation.
 Until. The scream the look of pure shock and mouth agape horror. The trembling belly dancer stopped, Trying to shout trying to comprehend. She was in front of Mellisa.
Greg! was all Mellisa could muster.
Dance girl. Came the loud forceful command of the Shiek.
There was panic in the poor former man's face, dread. Every humiliation of the past months, the training. the surgeries and hormones, what he was forced to do. But he was paralysed now in front of the woman who had made it happen.
 I said dance slave. The sheik boomed again. He reached over and grabbed a gold remote handset.
Greg looked in horror. closed his eyes and breathed in sharply.
Y-Yes Master sorry Master. He stuttered in tearful resignation. And started to rock to bring himself back into the still churning beat.
 The Sheik leant over towards Mallissa and gave her the remote.
Please, madame,, indulge yourself this girl belongs to you for as long as you wish to stay.
 Thank you Sir. She had such a warm feeling and a tingle of power.
 She pressed the plus button and sat back smiling as the show began to get  a little wilder,

(126) Here To Stay,

Paul finally resigned his efforts and let the massive mammaries drop. Normally he would have relished the opportunity to manhandle such beauties for an hour and a half but now they were glued to his own chest they were a humiliating undesired problem. He had pulled, twisted and bathed but nothing would shift them. He knew his girlfriend had access to some very potent solvents from where she worked and he now realised he would have to do as she said to obtain the solvent if he was going to get these falsies off and not to mention the annoying blonde wig also applied with the same adhesive.
 Damn her! So he would ask her to wear low cut tops and had hinted at implants, and maybe he did look at her chest rather than here face, and of course his roving eye that had sparked the argument last night. He might also have considered his remarks about women knowing what they were doing hanging them out there. But should she have drugged him and performed this transformation?
 Well, that would be a topic for tonight he simmered as he reread her text.  Time was getting on he had only forty minutes to get to the bar to meet up with her. Rockies a seedy little joint across town.
 Paul sighed and looked at the only clothes left for him. A short denim skirt, pantyhose and tight control panties which he just knew was going to crush his dick and balls all night. Low heels and a plain white tee-shirt completed the things he would have to don. No bra he noticed.
 His girlfriend was going to get it as soon as he got out of this mess. But until then he was at her mercy. Nervously he left the apartment hoping upon hope nobody he knew would see him like this.
 He would be disappointed the bar was full of his and her friends. Plus it was wet Tee shirt night at Rockies and Paula's name was down on the list of entrants. Would he hang them out there or be stuck with his new look forever?

(118) Two Sides To Every Story.

A very happy new year to you all. Thank you for stopping by my piece of the web this year.
Best wishes and Love Ian X.

(107 )GIF Guzzler.

Ever six seconds. John relived his nightmare. The unrelenting cock would unload into his mouth.
although but a brief second his taste buds captured every flavour of the unwanted deposit. If only he could spit it out but every time he was forced to close his jaw swill the goo all around his gums and
swallow. He could feel the copious gloop slowly slither down his throat.Maybe you can see his disgust? The never-ending horror of this curse. He wants to vomit,scream. maybe even beg for release. Again ever six seconds thousands of times a day.
 John loved receiving  oral but his girlfriend Jullie hated it. Even more so when he insisted she swallowed every drop. He knew her abhorrence but John loved the dominance and seeing a woman on her knees before him forced to take his seed.  
 Jullie could not take his humiliation and bullying anymore. And when she left him she cast a spell to leave him in GIF hell.
 Is the internet immortal? Every six second,every six seconds.

(103) The Spy Who Is Left Out In The Cold,

(95) Coming To An Arrangement.

I hope that life is treating you all well. I am so glad you can join me again for another short tale.
Or should that be a red tail?

(89) A Sharpe Reminder.

Thanks for the messages they are very much appreciated.
Except for the tick in the good box! I am not sure if that was good I did not post or good that my mother died? There is always one LOL. Maybe something to discus in you next therapy session?
 Hey ho, here's this weeks post.

(88) If You Can Get Them Flaunt Them.

 Happy Fathers day. I have just been watching the end of the Le Mans 24 hour. The Toyota team had it. Just one lap and three minutes of racing left and then the car broke down to let Porsche take the win.
 And at the other end of racing I saw the  Womens cycling tour of Britain pass by. Alison Tetrick had a one and a half minute lead then but got caught with just fifty meters to the finish..(And turns out she had broken 3 ribs from an earlier crash.)
 Well guess its never over to its over but hang on in there.
  If you fancy a go at making your own captions check out
  http://starzcaptioncontests.blogspot.co.uk/  

(87) A Ripping Yarn.

I glanced into my work in progress file last weekend. There are quite a few modified photos. layouts and false starts in there. Plus some longer tales yet to be completed.. I found a better photo to go with this one so have completed it as a two part caption.
 It is fun to do a longer story just to add a little more detail and pile on more embarrassment for the helpless hero. I could have made it longer still but lets face it my output is not the greatest so it would end up as weeks between posts.
 Talking of long waits. Elena has published a final part to The Pageant the great unfinished tale she made with Wes so if you have waited all this time for climax then check it out here. http://starzinterracialcaptions.blogspot.co.uk/

(82) Memories Of Things Passed.

A lovely warm day  here in the UK. Why did I pick today to tidy the house. I really need a sissy maid. Any offers?