My girlfriend of about four and a half years broke up with me. I have a number of friends saying, "I'm so sorry" or "we're here if you need someone to talk to", but it's not that easy when what you want to talk about involves your kinks and other non-normal fantasies. I just don't have anyone I feel comfortable talking about these kinds of things with. Then I figured, no one reads these blog posts anyways, and on the rare chance that someone does, then they will be more likely to understand where I'm coming from. Plus, getting things off of my chest will hopefully make me feel better in general. I hope.

1. I've enjoyed dressing in women's clothing since I was roughly 4 years old. It wasn't anything sexual then, although it kinda became sexual by association with some of my other fetishes later. I just like the feeling of women's clothing on my skin. I like how dresses leave your legs free but not necessarily exposed. I like how soft women's clothes can be. They use fabric that men just refuse wear sometimes. I like women's bathing suits for a very similar reason.

2. I am what some people would consider a "yes man," and in my opinion I can take this to an extreme. For an example: I ended up picking up a prostitute with my car without even realizing it. It was 2 in the morning in the winter time. My car tells me its -2 degrees out and I'm driving in a bad neighborhood. A woman is running towards me waving her hands to get me to stop. She tells me she needs a ride. I let her in. I mean it's cold outside! As I start driving she tells me it's her birthday but none of her friends would go out with her, and she asks for $20 to buy alcohol. I make a pit stop at the bank and take out $20 (I only had $32 total in my account) and give it to her. She then starts asking me to show her my dick so she can "see what she is working with." It takes me a long time to convince her that I don't want sex. I ask her where she needs to go, and a long story short I spend the next 3 hours driving her all across town, with the last stop being her drug dealers house.

Ok. I think that should cover the preliminaries. So, biologically I am an only child, but my mom wanted more kids, so my parents started taking in foster kids. One of these kids ended up molesting me. I'll try not to get into details, but I was in 6th grade at the time and at first it didn't seem that bad. I mean, I was definitely feeling uncomfortable. But all he did was strip naked and climb on top of me. It's not like he was fondling my crotch or anything, and he gave me some money to keep me from telling my parents about it afterward. After that he would come up to me when I was alone and ask to do things, offering money, and I would agree. The money was kind of nice, so I went along with it... for 2 years. As time went along things escalated. Masturbation, oral sex, and even to anal sex before I finally started to say no. Not too long after that my brother (adopted), who wasn't as tight lipped as I was, told my parents about stuff that was going on between him and this same foster kid and the authorities came and took him away. His psychologist said that he was projecting the stuff that happened to him onto the people around him and that he was a threat to our family. I was glad to see him go.

I've never masturbated to the thought of people I know. It's something that has always made me uncomfortable. I don't know. I guess to me it feels somewhat disrespectful towards the other person. So, what DID I masturbate to as a kid? Well, I would masturbate to drawn pictures of videogame characters. I didn't feel bad about that because they aren't real people. The thing about hentai, though, is that you get into some pretty weird stuff, and it's through hentai that I got introduced to BDSM. As I got older I started kicking myself around for letting that foster kid do things to me for such a long time. I started looking at things like bondage and wondering "would I have blown the whistle had he done this to me?" And I would dig further and further into that rabbit hole asking myself that question repeatedly. This is how I developed my BDSM fetish.

As I mentioned before, I've liked dressing as a girl from a very young age and not for sexual reasons. But, as I got older I started noticing things. I was picked on relentlessly through elementary school and middle school because I wasn't exactly a manly man. I was a scrawny kid who didn't break the 100 lb mark until high school. Being a "yes man" is usually frowned upon because it makes you seem weak. When I was in 4th grade I had someone walk up to me and tell me that if I didn't cry so much people wouldn't pick on me so much. What I'm trying to say is that I was more of a feminine guy than a masculine guy in general. After the whole foster kid thing I found myself asking "what if I was a girl." I felt like things would just be easier for me if I were a girl. I mean I wouldn't be picked on so much for being feminine in general, plus I sometimes felt that if I were a girl that I might have told someone about that was going on at home. It got to the point where I would regularly wish to be a girl. Blowing out the candles on my birthday cakes, falling stars, etc. The only thing I would ever wish for was to be a girl. My BDSM fetish started with me looking at pictures of girls tied up and thinking about how I would have told someone had that foster brother did something like that to me. It's only a small jump to saying "I wish I was her being tied up." So, not too surprisingly, my interest in cross-dressing went from "I like the feel of women's clothes" to using cross-dressing as a tool to imagine myself as an actual girl, sex and all.

One might assume by now that my foster brother was an older brother, but the truth is I was the older brother by 2 years. Whenever something would happen and we would get into trouble my parents would always say the same line, "You're the oldest, you should have known better." And this is why I struggle so much with what happened. Not only did I allow it to happen repeatedly for 2 years, and not only did I accept money to stay silent about it, but I was the older one. I should have known better.

When I was 22 I had a friend of mine invite me to become a member of a local BDSM club as her sub. One might think that I jumped at the opportunity, but I didn't. Because of my conservative upbringing I wanted to wait till marriage, and not just with sex but with all my kinks as well. Plus, she was almost 55 years old at the time and I was worried about the thought of it being a club. I'll admit, though, that I've looked back on the incident and wondered what if I'd said yes.

Now I'm in my 30's and I've only ever had 2 girlfriends. I asked my first girlfriend to marry me, and she told me "You're too messed up for me and I need someone a little more normal" ...at 4 in the morning, over the phone, roughly a year after saying yes to marrying me. Now there's a whole big story behind that one but it's a story I'm not going to get into as it happened 8 years ago and is water under the bridge now. But that line has stuck with me ever since.

My most recent girlfriend had been a lot more open-minded about my kinkier side. Not that we experimented much with it, but she would playfully hint at playing some of my dirtier games and in general she just didn't seem as upset over them as my first girlfriend was. This got me thinking about what I really want in all of this. What I came to realize is that what I really want right now is to let go and be a submissive in a BDSM relationship with my girlfriend. I am naturally submissive, and this submissive tendency caused me a lot of strife with the whole foster brother thing, and ever since it's been a side of me that I've been trying to suppress. I want to be submissive to someone who actually loves and cares about me. That last part is the hard part. I couldn't bring myself to open up like that with my last girlfriend because of how selfish and disrespectful she would be towards me. In Femdom porn these are usually considered good things, but it's not what I want. I was afraid that if I tried to open up and be submissive for her that her selfishness would cause her to take advantage and that she would trample all over me to get what she wants without thinking about what I might want or need. And now she broke up with me. (her line was "I'm not happy and I haven't been happy for a while) I wanted to wait and see if her selfish side would settle down over time, but now I'll never know. Maybe I should have opened up with her. Maybe if I had allowed her the chance to prove me fears wrong we would still be together. Or maybe not.

I've read numerous articles online about the whole femdom thing. The general consensus seems to be that women want masculine men. Women want men who treat them like women, and that if you are a guy in a relationship who is acting more feminine, that the woman won't be able to respect you and the relationship will be doomed to fail. They say that if you are into those kinds of things that you should join a club and keep your relationship and your kinks separate. (What kind of girl could respect a man who wants to be fisted up the ass?) But this is something that really bothers me! I want to be open with my girlfriend. I want a girlfriend who can accept me (and respect me) for me, kinks and all. But everyone seems to be telling me that it's impossible. Everything seems to tell me that I have to suppress my feminine side in order to have a meaningful loving relationship with a woman. It's as if to say feminine men have to be gay in order to have a loving relationship with another person, and here I am a straight guy with feminine tendencies looking for love and being told it's not possible.

I mentioned earlier my first ex's break up line "Your too messed up for me and I need someone a little more normal." This popped into my head recently after I came across a facebook post from her. Couple this with what those articles said about sharing your kinks with your girlfriend and about their respect for you and it's easy to see why I got a little depressed. My most recent girlfriend didn't show me a whole lot of respect in general (she isn't very respectful of anyone, it's kind of her personality) But what if this lack of respect towards me specifically is because I shared my kinks with her. I never got the chance to talk to her about it, though, because she broke up with me before I could bring it up with her. She was the only one I felt comfortable talking about my kinkier side with, and now she is gone. Hence why I am writing this now...

This is yet another idea... but I don't think there is much I can do about it.  It would be tough to write a story about it, and tougher yet to write a caption... but I feel the urge to share anyways.

When I was younger, I fantasized about being turned into a BBW slave.  This, in turn, led me to think along the lines of forced feeding.  A couple days ago, I thought... what if different foods were magically cursed.

What if, for example, every time you ate a doughnut your... ... hair would grow by an inch... or something.  Or, every time you drink milk your breasts would lactate... stuff like that.

If you were to simplyfy it... like cursed salt... just about everything we eat has salt in it... things could get ugly rather quickly depending on how salt would be cursed.  You could do the same thing with sugar.

With a long enough list of cursed foods, then you can have recipes that mix and match magical effects. 

and that's when I started thinking... what if the person had no way of knowing what foods were cursed and how.  Somehow set it up so that complete strangers choose the curse and set it without realizing it.  It makes eating anything something of a crapshoot.  You could be having a nice diner in a fancy restaraunt when something you ate turns you into a sex starved bimbo.

I doubt anyone reads these... but if someone does, I'm curious.  If you had the ability to curse a particular food, what food would it be and how would you curse it?

I don't have time to try and write up any kind of a story about this particular idea.  But, I'd still like to have it writen down so I don't forget it.  Maybe I'll come up with something for it at a later date.

So, My thought is yet another Magic TG idea.  It starts with a married couple.  They both love each other, but they both have certain physical things about themselves they wish they could change... aka breast and penis size.  They come across a spell that allows them to switch bodies.  This spell is set for a certain time frame and will wear off as soon as the time is up.  Durring this time, every load of cum the girl swallows from oral sex will increase the girls breast size.  And every load of cum taken in her pussy will increase the mans penis size. 

The catch for this spell... if the girl gets pregnant durring the course of the spell, then the switch becomes permanent.  So the guy, wanting to increase his penis size, will have to take multiple loads of cum into his pussy, each time risking pregnancy.  Giving this spell something of a russian roulette feel to it.  Birth control will negate the effects of the spell.  If I happen to get worried about the "permanency" of this stipulation, then I could add a stipulation to allow a swap back.  I haven't incorporated anal sex yet...

Another thought just crossed my mind, and I thought I'd play around a bit with that idea here. 

The idea mixes Magic spell TG with (step) family femdom.  And while I haven't worked out any details, seeing as how the idea just popped into my head a few minutes ago, I think I'd want it to be kind of like Cinderella. 

Lets start with 2 single parent families.  A mother and her son, and a father with his son.  The mothers son, lets call him Chris, wasn't what you'd call a manly man.  Probably because of the lack of a father figure in his life.  He was a shy kid with only a few close friends in school who preferred staying home with his mom over going out.  His mom, having to work to make a living, relied on her son to do stuff around the house, but to her suprise he seemed to enjoy it.  She would praise him for his exelent cooking, he would spend at least 1 hour a day keeping the house clean, the laundry was always done.  Chris' mom would gush over how clean the house was, how good the cooking was, and Chris Loved seeing the smile on her face whenever she'd come home from work.  But, there are some needs that a woman has that a son just can't satisfy.  So, durring the summer before Chris' senior year of highschool, His mother got married.

The man she married was, like her, a single parent with a son.  Lets call his son Garret.  Garret is 2 years younger than Chris.  His father made quite a bit of money working for a major corporation, and he probably spent more time working than he should.  When Garret was young he wanted nothing more than to gain the approval of his dad, but as time went on... after numerous failed attempts... Garret gave up.  Having money, Garret was never in need of much of anything, or at least not for any legnthy periods of time.  Whatever he wanted, he got.  He had friends at school, but he didn't really have any close friends.  He had something of a paranioa that all his friends were only out for his money, and this created an emotional wall between him and his friends.  He was a runningback on the football team, but he was only really mediocre at it.  Rumor around the school was that the only reason he saw any game time at all was because his dad offered the team substantial financial donations.

So, after the beautiful June wedding, the two families joined together under one roof.  Garrets father had a house big enough for four, so Chris and his mom ended up moving in with garret and his dad.  This required Chris to change schools, and distanced him from what few close friends he had.  The new house was quite a bit bigger than the one Chris used to live in, and as a result Chris needed to sacrifice more of his time to keep it clean and the laundry nearly doubled in size.  But Chris still did all of this with a smile on his face, anxiously waiting for his mother to come home from work and to see her smile.  But his mother, after the wedding, seemed to grow more distant.  With two more men in her life, she was no longer able to give Chris the same amount of undivided attention that she had in the past.  So Chris, instead of giving up, decided to up his game in order to "win back" his mothers attention.  Chris' enthusiasm for what garret called "Womens Work" caused Garret to give Chris a hard time at home.  He always got a laugh out of the pink apron that Chris wore while cooking.  It was a gift from his mother, but to garret it was a girly thing to wear while doing womens work.  Chris also wore a white apron while cleaning... with pockets to hold his dust rags and cleaning solution and so on.  But to Garret it looked a lot like a cleaning maids apron... and he had no problems telling Chris as such whenever he was cleaning. 

On top of this, Garrets father was getting on Chris' case over getting a job.  He felt that Chris wasn't contributing anything to society, and being a man, it was Chris's obligation to contribute to society by getting one.  It's also possible that he was worried about Chris' feminine tendencies.  Maybe he felt that if Chris were to get a real job, the the feminine tendencies he had would slowly diminish.  Regardless, as summer vacation drew to a close chris still didn't have a job and his new father was getting rather angry with him over it.  When Chris had free time he would walk around the mall to blow off steam.  He didn't have any money, but seeing everyone scurrying around to all the different shops seemed to help relax him.  He liked that he could be so "invisible" while in the center of so many people.  Anyways, while walking he comes across a small kiosk set up in the center of the isle.  It stands out because it's surrounded by a black tarp... like a tent.  It makes the kiosk look like it's closed, except that there is a faint light coming from the entrance to this tent.  as well as an open sign on a stand in front.  Curious he walks inside.  The inside of the tent looks significantly larger from the inside then it did from the outside, and there were no goods on display anywhere.  Instead there was an empty counter.  Behind the counter stood what looked like an old woman wraped up in a knitted black shawl.  She seemed thin and somewhat bony, but in the poor light it's tough to know.  All Chris could see was her pale wrinkled face.. Wrinkled, but still attractive.  Before Chris could say a single word, the old woman puts her finger up to silence him.  Without saying a word she stares into Chris' eyes for what seemed like an eternity.  A smile slowly creeps across her face.  "I've got something here that might interest you."  With that she reaches beneath the counter and pulls out a tray with three envelopes on it.  Each envelope has something writen on it, but in the poor light he can't tell what they say.  Picking up the one on the left to try and get a better look at the writing, the old lady quickly takes the two other envelopes away.  "Nice choice, young man.  That spell is designed to turn any man into a woman... temporarliy..."  With that an idea hatched itself in Chris' mind.  Interupting the woman from her explanation, he confesses that he has no money.  But the woman just smiles at him.  "Take it.  And I'll drop by to pick up a payment later." 

Chris's plan, in a nutshell, was to use the spell to turn himself into a girl.  Then he would get himself, or herself, a job as a maid for his new family.  He would go home, then right away head off for work.  Then he would transform into a girl and go back to the house as a maid.  This way he could still do the stuff around the house that he had learned to enjoy doing.  Chris will have a job, getting his step-father off of his back, and Garret would stop giving him a hard time.  Truth be told it probably wasn't a very well thought out plan, but truth be told Chris had been secretly wishing to be a girl for years, and now that the opportunity had presented itself he just had to try it. 

Unfortunately, in Chris' exitement, he had made to mistakes.  He interupted the woman as she was trying to explain the spell, and he didn't read the printed label on the envelope.  If he had, he would have realized that the spell had some stipulations.  This particular spell was designed to be used by a dominant person on someone else.  Yes, it turns a man into a woman.  But if this new woman get's even the smallest amount af a mans semen into her body whether by mouth, or vagina, or anus, or even nose and ear if need be, then she will be forced to comply to the every comand of that man.  The woman, upon hearing a command from a man who's semen she had somehow injested, will feel headaches, and cramps, and butterflies which will escalate in severity untill the woman carries out the command.  The body swaping can be controled by the person who chanted the spell, but the mental effects hold for roughly a week regardless of what gender the recipient of the spell is at the time.  This way, a person can't get away from their new master just by changing their gender back.  Plus, even though the mental aspect of this spell wears off after roughly a week, the time gets reset each time a "cum deposit" is made.  So, the mental conditioning will last as long as the man wants it to, as long as he makes sure to cum inside her at least once a week.

At first Chris' plan works out the way he planed.  His father was no longer angry with him for not having a job, and Garret Stoped making fun of him... and he even started making advances on him.  Something Chris hadn't origionally considered.  Chris didn't like Garret.  Wich isn't too suprising considering all the bullying and teasing he got before.  So, now that Garret was showing an interest, Chris loved teasing him while working while denying his every advance.  But, revenge is a double edged sword, and with Chris and Garret living together it was only a matter of time before garret would become suspicious.  No body really knew what kind of job Chris had.  He left the house every day just after returning from school and wouldn't come back till late at night.  To get some answers, garret started rummaging around in Chris' room.  There he finds the envelope stashed under his bed.  While a spell that changes genders seems rather far fetched, it did seem to explain a lot.  So, to confirm his suspicions, garret tails Chris after he leaves the house.  And, sure enough, he catches Chris in the act.  Chris had entered a unisex restroom at wallmart, and the house maid left a few minutes later.  Garret was appauled.  He had spent the last 2 months hitting on the maid, and now he realises that the very same maid was in fact his step-brother.  But, the envelope in his hand explaining the spell used gave him the perfect opportunity to get his revenge.

Just a couple of days later, Garret and the maid were alone in the house.  Chris' mother had to stay late at work, and Garret's dad was away on business.  Garrett went to his room and masturbated onto a handkerchief.  Sneaking back downstairs he sees the maid getting ready to cook supper, spagetti.  Quietly entering the kitchen Garret pinches the Maid's butt.  But, as soon as she opens her mouth to repremand him Garret quickly shoves the hankerchief into her mouth.  That's all it took.  Garrets cum entered Chris' body via the handkerchief in his mouth.  Garret holds the rag firmly in Chris' mouth for a few more second, just to make sure, before taking it out if Chris's mouth.

"What are you doing !!??!!  What was on that rag?"

Now it was the time to test his theory.  Garret looks at chris with a disconcerting smile... "Take that pot of spagetti off the stove, put it on the floor, and urinate in it."

"What's gotten into you?!?  There's no way I'm... ..."  In the time it took Chris to utter these words His headache had been getting worse and worse... "... Agh.  What did you do to me!!!"

Garret then shows Chris the envelope.  "Did you even read this thing before you used it?  Well, lets just say that the sooner you urinate into that pot, the sooner your headache will go away.  And once your finished with that I think we're going to have a talk about how things are going to change around here."

Garret's control over Chris lasts for months.  There are so many story's that could be told of all the humiliating and demeaning things He made Chris do, but I need to get to the end of my thought.  so I'm fast forwarding a bit.

One day after school the doorbell rang at Garret's and Chris' house.  Garret went to the door where he saw a thin old lady dressed in black standing at the door.  Before Garret can say anything, the old woman pushes past him and into the house.  She stops 2 feet into the doorway.  In the living room, on the floor, are two football players spitroasting a young girl of about 18.  The young girls eyes lock with the old womans, and the girl imediately recognizes her.  In her current predicament she cant move or talk.  All she can do is plead as fervfently as she can with the old woman using only her eyes.  After a rather legnthy staring contest, a smile creeps across the old womans face.  Seeing this, garret starts to grin too.  "If you want, you can join us.  She is very submissive.  I can pretty much garuntee that I can make her do whatever you want."

The old woman never breaks eye contact with the girl  "Thanks, but no thanks.  I'll have to take a raincheck.  Things to do, money to collect, you know... that sort of thing"  and with that the old lady left.

Roughly 2 weeks later Chris takes notice of a young girl in his class.  She has long, straight raven black hair and is wearing mostly black.  She isn't the kind of girl who stands out in a crowd, but Chris doesn't remember ever seeing her before.  With only a month till graduation it's hard to believe that she's a new student though.  But, Chris can't help but admiring this girl.  The girl approaches him durring lunch, and the two of them hit it off right away.  But, because of Chris' "situation at home" the two of them can only meet at school.

Then, for one weekend, garret leaves to go on a school trip, giving Chris a weekend free of Garrent demands.  Of course, garret gives Chris a command to follow for the weekend.  Chris was commanded to stay male, but he's only aloud to wear womens clothing.  To make the best of it, Chris decided to dress up in his maid outfit and start cleaning.  After a while, though, a knock came at the door.  Dressed as he was, Chris had no intention of opening it, but that didn't matter.  The door opened, and standing there in the doorway was the girl from school.  She takes one step into the house and stares right at Chris, a smile on her face.  After a couple minutes of akward, embarassed silence The girl speaks up.  "So, can I come in?"

"Ohh... um.  Of course.  Make yourself at home."  The girl walks into the living room and sits on the love seat.  After another minute of akward silence, the girl lets out a small quiet chuckle.  "Come.  Sit.  I won't bite."  As soon as Chris sat on the love seat next to the girl he crushed on in school, everything came out all at once.  He talked about his mother, and how happy he was, and how everything changed when his mother got married.  He talked about his step brother, and about the weird shop in the mall, and how the spell had backfired on him.  When he was finished, the girl reassuringly puts her hand on his thigh and kisses him on the cheek. 

"Most spells have something of a failsafe built into them.  If you still know where the origional envelope is, let me see it and maybe we can come up with a way of reversing the effects."  Upon reading the envelope, the girl smiles.  "Ah yes.  Luckilly this spell is an easy one to reverse.  Just trust me."  With that, she helps him out of the chair and stands him up in the middle of the living room.  Chris had decided to not wear any underwear under the maids outfit.  So the girl, lifting up the skirt of the uniform, gives Chris his first blowjob.  The girl wrapped her lips tightly around the shaft of his penis as he was cumming, taking the entire load in her mouth.  When she stands up, she smiles serenely as she goes in for the kiss.  While kissing she slips the cum from her mouth into his.  When the two of them finally go up for air, the girl laughs sweetly.  "There, it's done.  The spell has been negated.  The recipient of the spell is compelled to obey the orders of any man who's sperm they injest.  So, if you were to injest your own sperm, then you will be compelled to obey your own orders to yourself.  And order that conflicts with your own order gets negated, canceling the effects of the spell."

"With that done, how about you and I leave this joint and head back to my place... but first you may want to "command" yourself to change your clothes.  I don't think you want to be seen in public dressed like that... ... or would you?"

And the last scene of the story is of the young girl in the black hair taking down the shady stand in the mall and packing it all up

There was this picture I saw a while back. It was a drawing of a pale redheaded pregnant woman with her wrists tied together above her head. It was just the girl with a white background, but it inspired an idea in my head for a potential caption. The problem is that my idea was too complicated to put into a caption, so I thought I'd post my idea here instead.

So, the story takes place in the future. Science has perfected the art of creating human life in a test tube, and for decades labs have been pumping out children for a plethora of reasons from product testing to providing sterile couples with their own perfect children. But after decades of success, a metaphorical bomb was dropped by the Supreme Court. The government decided that since test tube babies were created rather than conceived, that any person born in a test tube wasn't legally human and therefore were not entitled to the same rights and privileges as humans. So, disguised as a census, paperwork was gathered on every living person which would either prove or disprove their natural birth and appropriate identification cards were then handed out. Naturally born humans, or true-borns, were able to maintain all the rights and privileges they had always had. But Test tube born humans, or Tubers, were suddenly looked at as little more than pets or property. Without a contract of ownership from a true-born, a tuber was nothing more than a wild animal in the eyes of the law. Tubers could be captured and sold as slaves, they could be herded and stored in barns like cattle, they could even be hunted and killed without any legal repercussions. If your tuber starts acting up and you feel the only option is to put it down, there is nothing stopping you legally.

With the background out of the way, our story begins with a casino owner near Vegas. This man hires a tracking firm to hunt down a female Tuber in her early 20's... payment due only if she's alive. His plan is to create a new kind of gambling game, mixed with a live show. Seven true-born males are selected. Each one is required to sign a consent contract which prevents them from backing out of the agreement early. The female tuber is tied up on a stage and for 3 hours straight the 7 men take turns having sex with her. This happens 3 hours a day 7 days a week until a test definitively states that she is pregnant. Betting starts as soon as the first guy starts having sex with her on the first day and continues until the Tuber gives birth to the child. Like with horse racing, you are betting on who the biological father of the child will be. Stat's on the 7 men are provided by the casino, so betters can make educated decisions on who the most virile of them would be etc. and once the tuber is pregnant, she will be caged and on display on the casino floor until she gives birth. Since the child was born via natural contraception, the baby will be classified as a true-born... even though its mother is a tuber. And, as part of the rules of the game, the baby is to obtain legal custody of his/her tuber mother upon birth. Also, as part of the contracts signed by the 7 men, the child’s biological father is legally bound to fathering the child. In exchange, the father is given power of attorney over the tuber mother until the child comes of age as well as a cut of the profits from the gambling.

Interesting things about this scenario. 1) I've always had a fantasy about being a pregnant female slave. 2) I have an interest in objectification 3) I've always wondered what it would be like to be a girl in an extended chain bang where the only break in the action comes from the time between when one guy pulls out and the next guy pushes in. 4) A wild tuber has fewer rights than an owned tuber, kind of like how a housecat has more rights than a stray cat.  And while the methods are cruel, some could say that the casino owner did the tuber a favor by taking a stray tuber and providing her with a family... albeit a strange one.  5) while I'm a bit bothered by the incestual implications behind a mother being the slave of her own child, I am quite interested in the thought of a grown woman being the slave of a young person. I'm curious as to how a 5 year old child, completely innocent of things sexual, would react to learning that his/her mother has to do anything and everything he/she says. Not to mention how his/her reactions would change as he/she got older.  To quote one of my favorite TV shows "There is nothing more cruel than a child"... or something like that, it's been a while since I last watched that particular episode...

Lets see... for my first entry how about I mention a little something about myself.

I am a very submissive straight male and when I really stop to think about it, this fact is the dominant underlying factor in all my different sexual interests.  When reading my captions, there is always someone in a dominant position and someone in a submissive position, and it's not to hard to figure out that when I'm writing them I always put myself into the submissive role.  If the caption is femdom related, then I put myself in the position of the submissive male.  In a maledom related caption I'm the submissive female.  Very rarely, if ever, do I ever fantasize about being in the dominant position.

Ever since I was a kid, I fantasized about being a girl.  Every chance I got I'd wish to be a girl, whether it was wishing on a star, or blowing out birthday candles, wishing on certain cars passed while on vacation, etc.  Someone once told me that if you made a wish when the clock would read straight numbers (like 1:11, or 2:22, etc.) that if you made a wish it would come true, so even then I would wish to be a girl...  I can still remember sitting in class at 1:10, holding my breath and staring intensly at the clock so that as soon as the clock struck 1:11 I'd be ready to make my wish.  But the thing is that I've never considered myself a "woman traped in a mans body" or anything like that, so the question then arises, why did I wish so fervently to be a girl.

And, in my opinion, the answer to that question is because I'm naturally submissive.  My parents never emphasized gender roles when I was very young... and it caused me a lot of strife in elementary school.  While my parents didn't emphasize it, Society as a whole does.  And if you don't comform to societies gender roles...  Anyways, while gender roles were not emphasized, I was raised by two devout christian parents.  And one thing the bible does teach is that men are supposed to be the head of a relationship.  So, what does that mean for a submissive male type like myself?  It seems to imply that i'd either have to change my personality, who I am, or avoid relationships all together.  And then I started to think... "If I were a girl, I wouldn't be having this issue."  And that thought is what ultimately fueled my interest in "Gender transformation/body swap" captions.