Off Her Chest

Greetings, I've got a quick bonus caption for you all! This was meant to be a short cap for the bdsmlr page, but ended up going a bit longer and I figured I'd post it here instead.

- B-Rex

Triple-Diva

Greetings, all!

Today's caption is something I came up with several months ago, so it's not as topical as it might've once been.

The title is probably under-stating things, a bit. ;-) Perhaps the film is in 3-D? 

Oh, and also, I want to give a huge thanks to whoever just bought all my ebooks in one go on Smashwords. That doesn't happen very often and it always brightens my day.

Hopefully you actually visit here to see this. :-)

- B-Rex

Left Vulnerable

Greeting all! Figured I'd get a caption posted a bit early, for a change of pace. Hope you all enjoy it.

Also, to repeat something I recently mentioned on my Patreon page, I have been thinking about rewriting one of my earliest ebooks, Amy's Whore Makeover. I've had a lot of requests over the years for a sequel or at least a similar sort of story, with a focus on extreme body mods and the like.

I actually do have something in the works, involving the Midnight Surgeon character (last seen in Psych Ward Nightmare) and a tattoo parlor, but some of my ideas just won't fit that premise. But I think I could easily work them into a new, remastered edition of Amy's Whore Makeover.

So, the question is, would you all be interested in a more extreme version, even if the basic story doesn't change much?

- B-Rex

A Widow Mistake and Unconventional Methods

Greetings, all! Since I missed Tuesday's caption, I've got two new caps for you today.

I've been mostly offline the last several days, doing some renovating. Had to re-run ethernet cables through my walls, and put in some new plugins while I was at it. So busy week. Nevertheless, I've actually managed to finish several more captions for next week, so you can expect those soon.

I've also been working on some transgender-themed ones, but one of those is too long so I'll probably just post it as a short story on my Patreon page in a few days, and then repost it here in a few weeks.

And I've also got some more short-form captions to post on the bdsmlr page too.

Hope you all enjoy the new caps, and a huge thanks to all who have commented on the last several posts, I really love reading all the feedback.

- B-Rex

Stepmother Knows Best 2

Happy Friday, everybody! Sorry about not posting yesterday, but I felt the new caption needed just a little bit more editing. I think it turned out quite well.

I've been saving this particular picture for ages now, just waiting for the right caption to come along. I think this was the time.

As always, let me know what you think.

- B-Rex

ChaperPWNed 2

Greetings! Our hapless chaperone is back for more Spring Break hijinks.

The caption was just too big to fit the picture this time, and try as I might, I just couldn't find another set of pictures that fit as well as this one, so I'm going to just post the text as a mini-story itself.

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"I never should've taken that sleeping pill," Principal Barbara Dahlton muttered to herself, scanning the crowded beach.

After a long night spent sandwiched snugly between sixteen Senior boys in the middle of a huge heart-shaped bed, she'd finally awoken at noon, only to find that her teenage charges had disappeared.

Thankfully, the boys had left her a note, at least, though it had been tucked rather inappropriately between her firm breasts. "Gone to find you some clothes, Miss Barbie. Meet you on the pier at One. Oh, borrowed your credit card too."

Barbara narrowed her eyes, struggling to find her charges among the beach's frolicking horde of half-naked Spring Breakers. It had to be well past the promised hour.

"Where are they?!" she growled, impatiently. It was bad enough just being outside the hotel in this ridiculous outfit, but if those boys didn't return soon, she'd have no choice but to start searching the whole town for them. She sighed, forcing herself to calm down again. "I guess it was nice of them to try to find me something else to wear, even if they did steal my credit card again."

She waited several more minutes, ducking behind a pier as a couple of college kids wandered past. One of the girls was holding her real clothes, having just left the changing rooms farther up the beach. Barbara fought back an urge to beg the girl for her blouse, but couldn't stand the thought of revealing herself. Maybe when the boys returned with her credit card, she could get them to offer to buy some clothes from the fellow hotel guests....

"Barbie! There you are!!" The sudden voice made her jump, which very nearly sent her breasts out from their hiding place. The Senior Class President waved at her, running up to her with the rest of the missing boys. "What are you doing down here? Didn't you get my note, you were supposed to meet us on the pier, not under it?"

Barbara fought back an urge to yell at him, as several of the cohort grinned, clearly remembering exactly where their ringleader had left the note.

But before she could respond, the Senior boy shook his hands, waving the question away. "Oh, nevermind. So, good news, we found a shop on the other side of the island that still had some clothes for sale."

Despite her situation, Barbara's heart leapt at the boys words. "You found real clothes?!" She looked the boys over excitedly, but frowned when she saw no shopping bags. "Well, where are they? And where is my credit card, for that matter?"

The class president gave a sheepish shrug. "Yeah, about that... so, we sort of... maxed out your card before we found the shop. The clerk cut it up."

"But, that's impossible, I had at least a thousand dollars left on it when we arrived yesterday and all you've bought so far was--" Barbara stopped. She looked down at her skimpy outfit.

"YOU SPENT ALL OF MY MONEY ON THIS PORNSTAR OUTFIT!!!?!!!"

"Of course not," the teen assured her, "we only spent like $200 on that."

She started to continue her tirade, outraged that her minuscule outfit had cost even that much, but stopped herself. "Wait, so where did the other $800 dollars go?"

"Oh, we took that out this morning, to enter you into the contest." A loud air horn sudden blurted from above them. "Ooh, speaking of which, sounds like it's starting. We'd better hurry, you're going to be late, Miss Barbie. You're contestant number one!"

The boys suddenly grasped her arms, tugging her out from her hiding place and toward the proper entrance to the pier. "Late for what?!" she gasped out, as they hurried her along the hot sand. "And what sort of contest costs $800 just to enter, anyway!?! Shouldn't they be paying the winner a prize, or something?"

"Oh, no, the entrance fee was like $20; the rest of the money was to bribe the judges. First place winner gets $5,000. If you win, you'll be able to buy out the clothing store, with plenty left over."

She considered the teen's statement, as they reach the start of the pier and she was hoisted onto the wooden deck. $5,000 was nothing to sneeze at, especially on her salary. If she won, she'd make enough to go on a real vacation, once this week was over.

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that logic. And if you've already bribed the judges, I guess I'm a shoe-in to win anyway."

The boy shook his head, as they made their way down the long deck toward a stage surrounded by young Spring Breakers. "Oh, no, the bribe wasn't to get you a good score. We had to bribe the judges to let you enter."

"Why?" she asked, distractedly, as they finally pushed through the crowd. The stage was already crowded with young women, all in long cotton shirts. The Class President grinned.

"It's a wet T-Shirt contest, Miss Barbie, and you don't have a real shirt to wear. But thanks to our little bribe, the judges agreed to let you compete topless instead."

***

And for those of you who prefer a proper caption, this is what the first part would've been, had I found a suitable image for part two:

As always, hope you enjoyed today's caption. I've also put a new short cap up on my bdsmlr page, and I think I'll be posting more of those short caps there in the future, rather than letting them clog up this site.

- B-Rex

In A Tight Spot

Here's a quick pair of captions, just something that came to me when I found the picture set.

Also, I've posted another bonus caption on my BDSMlr page. Since I can't seem to put links to that particular site on my sidebar here, and many of the old Tumblr pages I linked to have now moved to that site, I'm going to try and use my personal page to hold the links in a single, convenient place. Just click on the 'Follows' tab to get the sites I've found so far.

If anyone happens to know some other good caption blogs on BDSMlr, that would fit my usual content, feel free to send me a link in the comments below or shoot me an email. I'm always looking for captions/stories that fit my kinks.

- B-Rex

Replacement Therapy

Greetings all! Thought I'd try to post a bit of bonus content, to make up for missing a caption post the week before last.

So, I wrote this weird bit of Transgender-Femdom some time ago, and really didn't know what to do with it. I was mostly just playing around with some ideas for a possible feminization method/plot for some future TG-themed story. I don't do much with hormones very often.

Anyway, rather than let it all continue to collect digital dust in my endless "Word Document of Doom" (which is now well over 500 pages of notes and unfinished caption ideas), I figured I'd post it here to get some use out it.

It's... a bit disjointed. And weird. Consider that a warning, lol.

- B-Rex

Just A Suggestion (finished)

Happy Humpday, everybody! This is a finished version of the caption I posted two weeks ago. As I said then, this is largely inspired by 'Patient 614', a mind-control story by Downing Street.

Not entirely happy with how it came out, perhaps it works better as a short story than a caption. Still, hopefully it hits a few buttons.

- B-Rex