A remake of the classic story written by The Suejrz nearly 20 years ago. More than simply reviving the original title, this piece was written with the intention of diving deeper into the characters, situations, and the evolution of a husband who never expected how much a harmless bet would end up costing him.
This first part covers events up to the double date with Tom and Mike.

This is the first of a multipart story set in my DominaTech universe. If you want to read the others, or any of the trove of stories and caps I’ve created, you can find them here:

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Chapter One

“What do you mean, you can’t make it?”

It was the day before Fiona Turner’s wedding. She was by no means a bridezilla, though a last minute snag was bound to make anyone a little frustrated.

Her younger sister, Sophie, stepped a little closer to try and hear more than the single side of the conversation the others in the living room were getting from Heather. “Who is it?” she asked.

This is the first chapter of a new story and the next two are already on my patreon (with two more coming out there later this month.)
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Part 33

Earn it, how? He had already done more than enough to humiliate and degrade himself. Of course, most of that was from before Julia slipped the cage on him. And Amy was clearly treating it as something separate from the ever increasing amount of leverage she had on him.

He just waited for her to explain. Talking like a girl still wasn’t something that came naturally, even if he was getting more and more used to it after being chastised every time he sounded like a boy.

This is part 3 of an ongoing story with 6 parts currently posted. If you want to read the next half, or any of my other stories and premium caps, subscribe on my site:
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Part 32

Julia only needed thirty seconds or so to find a dress that would fit him. She pulled out a simple pink sundress that was appropriate for a ‘girl’ wearing underwear that was a lighter shade of the same color. “Try this on, Chrissy.” She handed it to him with a smile, acting like they were just two girls talking clothes.

Chapter Three

This is part 5 of 7 of All-Star Sissy, a now completed story with 15 spin-off captions. If you want to read the rest of this tale, or check out the other stories in the Sissy Camp universe, check out my patreon.
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New series! This is going to be ongoing for a while, and is currently two stories ahead on my patreon, if you want to catch up.
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"You wanted to dress like a whore, so here you go. When you're done, I'm going to leave you on a street corner, and you're not coming home until you make $4,000 giving men head. Did you hear me?!"

This story arose from a dream, it has no ending

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the alley, freezing the boy in his tracks. His heart hammered against his ribs as he pressed himself against the cold brick wall, barely daring to breathe. He shouldn’t have followed the man in the black coat. He should have stayed home, right where his mother had told him to. But curiosity had always been his weakness. And now, he’d seen something he couldn’t unsee.

Epilogue

“Hello Alison.”

What was it with plump women and oversized glasses? She looked even more like a baby owl than ever, albeit a very large one.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Carrie Leach.”

“Oh fuck!”

“Relax. I’m only here to talk.”

“Yeah, that’s all you did last time and see where that got us.”

“I guess.”

“How come you don’t look like, you know, her?”

 
XXVII: Back at the damn ball

Bulbs flashed everywhere like tasteless arc welders fucking epileptic fireflies. “Countess Devaris!” A tabloid wraith blocked her path. “Does Lady Elaine’s absence signal fractures in Phoenix Rising’s founding triad?”

Chapter 3 – Follow through

Not as bad as the others, and with maybe an epilogue to follow

 
 
XV. The Perks of Surrender

Chapter 1 of 3 – Draw

This one's a rough one. Proceed at your own risk.

 
 
IX. The Morning After

George sat on the toilet seat, hands trembling as piss dribbled between his thighs. The slit was there—shallow, raw, like a razor’s hesitant slip. The evidence of Lanie’s magic splitting him... No, her open.

She was Georgia now.

Part 29

A single pump of Julia’s hand was all it took.

Part 28

The good news was, Julia stopped taunting Chris about his ‘interest’ in guys. However, the reason she let up was because her focus shifted towards the nearby strap-on she had just mentioned. She told Chris to stay bent over as she got ready, and also made a point to never stray too far from him. Every few seconds, she would pause to give his ass a squeeze, reach around for a stroke or two in order to keep him hard, and eventually slipped her lubed up fingers between his cheeks.

It was 3:00 AM, and the Thief…opened the large, ornate door. That was it. He couldn’t believe it. If his trusted Agent of so many years hadn’t been the one to tell him, he wouldn’t have. They had met earlier that day, in the busy food court of the local mall, the smell of bad Chinese food heavy in the air, stale, tinny pop music playing from some hidden speaker above their heads.