Thursday, February 20, 2014

Work In Progress - Man's Man

Yes, I know that the image above doesn't link t the post.  That's because I want you to read this part first.  This is NOT a completed caption.  This is a work in progress, and in fact may be something that I never complete.  I do INTEND to finish this cap, but my cap folder is littered with partially finished work.  And where I've used this type of block before to call for help and make collaborations, this is not that.

What this is, is me partially finished with a cap.  I've selected photos, I've got an idea for the story, I've started writing the story.  But before I could finish the prose or even begin on the layout and design, my muse (mask) left me.

So... if you want to peek in and see a bit on how the sausage is made, then by all means, click the 'Read More' below.  If, instead, you only want to see the finished cap, then move on to another blog because as of now, I do not have a new cap for you to enjoy.

Added more as of 3/15/2014 11:55AM Eastern Time.


Reading on?  I too like to live dangerously.

So here's how this started.   After I finished making "Fun Loving Girls And Their Fun Loving Wishes", I followed my normal procedure... I posted it to the trading folder at the Haven, I edited my 'Caps I Owe' post, I posted it to the Gallery on the Haven, and finally posted it here at my blog.  One thing that I noticed as I went along was the list of people I owe caps too:

Kate Southerland, commentator, Kate Southerland, Dementia, Helena, commentator, JaySeaver

Kate is a fairly new caption artist that made me a couple beautiful caps several months ago.  I've never capped her before and honestly have no idea what her preferences may be.  I've never capped Helena before either, and I've only started to really get comfortable capping commentator (dawn).  So this list includes several challenges which may turn out to be quite fun.

Now obviously I was spent after just making a cap.  Like an athlete that's just sat around for several months, I don't have any capping stamina.  I remember being able to whip up a couple caps in a few hours.  Now I"m lucky to make several caps in a month.

This morning rolls around and I feel like I MIGHT be able to cap.  It's not something that's driving me to work, but it might be enough to stoke into a full blown cap.  So I head over to Kate's trading folder and read up on her preferences.  Several things stick out to me;

First and foremost, she offers up guidelines... she allows for personal creativity.

Her preferred rating ranges from G to XXX

She likes objectification, humiliation, degradation, Smitty's alpha male themes, alpha male clubs, transformation clubs...

She also writes that "The notion of male as inherently superior is absurd: but, dear lord, I find it an erotic fantasy."

Those type of preferences really get my engine running, and I think that if I find the right image or image set that I may really be able to get into this cap.  It helps that I've been waiting for the right moment to give Dee's idea a chance... writing more from a dominant male's perspective instead of searching for my own submissive 'sissy' side to help me write.  

It didn't take me long to find an image set.  I had recently puchased a membership to X-art.com, and immediatly reconginzied this set when I saw it on fuskator.com:

http://fuskator.com/full/lxj~Klqzb4/eroticbeauties_Izzy_Izzy+Delphine_jenny+anne_platinum+blonde_teen_x-art.html

Here are some images that caught my fancy:




I didn't try to reinvent the wheel, story wise, on this one.  With two mentions of 'Alpha Males' in her preferences, I immediately thought of the classic Alpha Male story (or at least what I think of as the classic Alpha Male story).  A guy gets jealous of an Alpha Male he sees in a bar.  He asks for help and the Alpha agrees to help him get laid more... by slowly turning him into a woman. 

The only snag here is that Kate isn't a fan of sissification, and I've always looked at the Alpha stories as at least partially moving along that path.  The Alpha starts by doing simple feminisation techniques (panties under the clothes, cross dressing, makeup...) to the subject.  Yes, they often do end up as real females, but I have to kind of skip over that process.  Kate also likes magic, which I don't really see in the Alpha universe.  
So I figured I'd do a kind of mish mash... an Alpha that is successful because he can cast magic.  One theme that I DO like in Alpha stories is showing that even being stud doesn't necessarily make you an Alpha... so I made the magic do two parts.  The first part I'd call the "Mind's Desire" and would make someone over however they wished.  The second part would be called the "Heart's Desire" and make someone over however they SHOULD be made over.  

I figured between the images, the Alpha universe style theme, and the two part magic idea, that I had enough to start.  The bones of the story would go like this:



Curt (Kate's prefered masculine name) would meet up with an Alpha in his bar.  He'd see that the Alpha is so perfect and gets any woman that he wants.  He'd ask for help from said Alpha and get the opportunity to finding the secret of coupling happiness.  The two part magic spell would be explained and the Alpha would offer it to Curt, but only if he accepted both parts of the spell.  Curt naturally agrees (it would be a pretty dull story if he didn't), and take the first part.  He turns into what he pictures as an Alpha stud (big broad shoulders, deep baritone voice, chiseled physique, eternal stubble on his chin.  But while he can get almost any woman in bed, he finds out that it just doesn't feel right.  The woman follows his every command, but he finds himself wishing for a woman that would stand up a bit to him... at least enough to spell out what she would like.  

After a month of less than satisfying couplings, he returns to the true alpha and says he's ready for the second part of the spell.  He even confesses that he's ready to change into something else as this lifestyle just isn't for him.

I'm sure you saw this coming a mile away, but the "Heart's Desire" changes Curt into this lovely blonde creature pictured above.  Kate as she now thinks of herself is surprised by the change, but when the Alpha calls to her and tells her to start pleasing him (and EXACTLY how to please him), she realizes that this is exactly what she always wanted.  



I quickly figured out that I could break this up into two parts... the intro and masculine part of the spell in the first panel, and the transformation and submission to the Alpha in the second.  I'd have to be fairly quick with the setup and masculine parts, but could go nice and seductively slow in the second part.  Breaking it down into two halves, I chose the 2nd and 3rd images I displayed above.  I really like how they are almost mirrors of each other in image weight.  Her (new) pussy on the left with a blurred image of the guy on the right, and her (new) feminine face on the right with a blurred image of the guy on the left.   I could add to that mirror image effect by having the story take up the same amount of space in the blurred portions of the photos.  

I even had an idea on how to work the title in.  I'd play off the old term of "Man's Man" with having a ghosted 'Wo' in front of the second 'Man', making it "Man's Woman".  I would have the 'Wo' almost completely hidden in the first panel (but still there if you looked for it) and more obvious but still ghosted out in the second panel.  Here's a quick idea that I had in mind:


This is literally something I just made now to give you a visual idea of what I had in mind... I'd work the font and coloring out when I moved fully into the design phase.

So with a really good feeling, I got to writing.  I knew right off that I would have to acknowledge the first photo even though it wouldn't be explained until the second panel so I did the whole 'tell the story as a memory' trick by begining with something like 'Crawling toward him like this reminds me of how we met'.  I figured once I had the whole story written that I'd work out the kinks of the first sentence or two.

At first, the writing went well.  I liked the direction it was going and while it was a little long for a single panel I thought I could trim it up and make it work.  But about 2/5 of the way through, the mask fell away and I was left with no creative energy.  I saved what I had hoping that I could get back into it later in the day.  Here's what I've written so far:





Approaching Thomas on my hands and knees... my dress pulled up and presenting my newly feminine hips and pussy to anybody's wandering gaze... somehow reminds me of when I first met him.

Thomas was by very definition a Man's Man.  He worked at some company in the finance district but he was no empty suit.  He fit into and owned any room that he walked into.  He could dress to the nines in a suit that cost more than my year's salary just as easily and casually as he could wear a tight tee-shirt and jeans.  When he set his eyes on a woman she became his.  Sure, he'd buy her a drink and chat her up, but everyone knew that she'd spend her evening in his bed and her morning making him breakfast. 

When Thomas first came to my local haunt, I was in awe.  I thought I was good with the ladies but he quickly showed me that I was merely an amateur in the game of courtship.  When he sat down next to me at the bar I couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask what his secret was.  I honestly expected him to snap one of his patented winks at me, give me a quick word of advice, and then move on to that night's woman.  So I was more than a little surprised when turned to me, smiled and simply said "Magic".

Part of me wanted to laugh it off.  I mean, come on... Magic?  But Thomas continued before I could voice my doubts.  He explained that there were two different forms of magic and that he could wield both with ease.  The first was mind's desire.  This magic would transform the recipient  into whatever they wanted to be.  The second was heart's desire.  This magic would transform the recipient into whatever they were meant to be.  His casual chuckle sent chills down my spine as he said that


He paused for only a brief moment before making me an offer that only a fool would turn down. 



Well... here it is, later in the day and the mask still hasn't returned.  I'm left with what I think could be the beginnings of a good sensual cap, but no creative energy to continue it.  That's when I started up this post as I figured this might be a great way to show how I work.  Obviously I wouldn't normally stop a cap project like this half way through,   but it does offer a lot as a demonstration point.  It shows how I got the basic idea, fleshed it out, thought of the design and even title design, but hasn't gotten to the ending of the story, the major and minor edits to the story, nor any of the nitty gritty design work.

I probably won't give this another go today, but I actually have tomorrow off.  Maybe I might get enough charge to my batteries to finish this up then.  Maybe I might take a week or so to get it all wrapped up.... and maybe I might never finish this.

But at the very least I wanted to share some of my process with you.

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February 21, 2014 4:30PM

So I opened up both the image and the Word file and got right back to it this afternoon.  Seeing the image, what I had written, and almost as importantly what I had written up here, helped me get right back into the groove and continue on where I left off.

Here's what I wrote:



He paused for only a brief moment before making me an offer that only a fool would turn down.  He would cast the mind's desire spell on me only if he could then cast the heart's desire spell one month later.  Somewhere deep down I felt my soul shiver without knowing why.  After all... my mind and heart both wanted the same thing... to fit into that world of a perfect man and a perfect woman.  With only a twinge of hesitation I nodded my ascent. 

At first the month looked like it would be everything I ever wanted.  My body grew out and became more masculine in every way.  My shoulders were broader and thicker.  My hair was darker and fuller.  My voice had that darkly serious undertone that had always been missing.  Almost all of my body fat disappeared, replaced with well defined rippling muscle.  My cock would have made a porn start blush.  But more than my physical body changing, my experience with women went from difficult and tedious to one of smooth seductive ease.   Just as easy as Thomas is currently seducing me.

Flashing a smile earned me a woman's immediate and devout attention.  Speaking a few words earned me her intense interest.  And a simple offer of accompanying me to my apartment earned me her body and soul.  Women would do anything I asked and more.  They acted as if their entire existence was just to please me.    And for awhile that was enough.  But it didn't take long for that to become... boring.  I wanted to know more about them.  What turned them on?  What pleased them?  What would make their toes curl in unbridled desire?  But none of these beautiful sexy women cared about their own self... they just devoted themselves to my own pleasure. 

When Thomas showed back up in the bar exactly thirty days later.  I figured he knew exactly what he was doing, and wanted me to experience what I thought I wanted before getting the whole package.  But instead of speaking any words, he simply guided me from my seat and into his car... my body changing the entire way.  As we slipped past the tables my hair lightened to a platinum blonde and spilled past my shoulders.  As we squeezed between some people my body shrunk down in height and presence.  Slipping through the door Thomas' hand stroked down the side of my ripe breast, over my slight waist, and finally nestled onto my plump  and soft rear. 


Sitting in the back of his chauffeured Mercedes, Thomas pulled my head onto his shoulder as his thumb absentmindedly brushed over my slightly parted full lips.  I could hear a quiet feminine moan escape from my throat as he began to speak.  "Katherine.  Yes, I think Katherine will suit your far better than Curtis ever did. 



You'll surely notice that I stopped right in the middle of what Thomas was saying.  That's because writing that last paragraph took almost as long to write as the previous four.  I knew my creative energy was crashing and while I knew the gist of what he was going to say, I didn't want to flub up the ending of the story just because I wanted to get it done.  

Sadly, I won't get another opportunity to really add to this until Monday.  I work both Saturday and Sunday, and these new 12 hour shifts really don't leave any time for capping.  I can only hope that I can jump right back in and finish the story off.  My plan would be to finish off the story (Thomas explaining why Curtis' heart was something vastly different than what he thought on their ride home, a steamy kissing and fondling session on the elevator ride up to his suite, and the payoff... Katherine's submission to him punctuated by her crawling to him, turning around and letting him have his way with her), then go into a major edit.  The story is too long as is, and even during my brief read through, I found a lot of ways that I could condense the first few paragraphs down making it both shorter and far more intense.  After doing that rough edit, I can then lay it out into the photos and start working on the design.  

I currently don't have anything new in mind for the design... just a text over a text box matching the light breezy feeling of the photos.  But as I most often do, I'll let the design and layout work organically with what I feel at the moment.  

Oh... one last note:  That line "Just as easy as Thomas is currently seducing me." is kind of a place holder... a line like that will mark the end of the first panel as a reminder that Katherine is remembering all of this as she crawls toward Thomas.  As of right now, I don't know that the story will necessarily break at that point, but it felt about right.  

Until next time.....

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March 2, 2014 8:00AM

I didn't expect this to take so long.  I personally blame work, but it that is only part of the reason.   Yes, work kept me from working on this cap both Saturday and Sunday (Feb 22 and 23), but I had every opportunity to work on this Monday.  But when I looked at this post and my raw materials that day, I got no spark.  I knew where the story would go, but had no ability to write it out.  Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were all work, but I had the same experience on Friday February 28th.

The last two days, I've been visiting with a friend and thoughts of this cap never entered my head.  So when I sat down this morning to give it a go I expected a similar result.  Surprisingly though, when I opened up the word file I started writing.  It was a little hesitant at first, but soon the words just started to flow.

I've now finished writing the first draft.  My next step is to read it over and give it a consistent feeling throughout.  I need to re-write the first few sentence (and have a few ideas on how that will turn out), and edit it down to an appropriate length.  After I do that, I then will consider where to break the story into the two panels of the cap.  That will be followed with concrete design choices, and then more than likely more small edits to make sure each part fits into it's panel.  Once the story fits and looks good, I'll then finish off the design by working with the colors and the title design.

I stopped this process to post what I have here.  I want you to see the story in all it's raw glory.  I'll try to keep up both with finishing this cap and updating this post with any changes I make.  Here's the raw story:




Approaching Thomas on my hands and knees... my dress pulled up and presenting my newly feminine hips and pussy to anybody's wandering gaze... somehow reminds me of when I first met him.

Thomas was by very definition a Man's Man.  He worked at some company in the finance district but he was no empty suit.  He fit into and owned any room that he walked into.  He could dress to the nines in a suit that cost more than my year's salary just as easily and casually as he could wear a tight tee-shirt and jeans.  When he set his eyes on a woman she became his.  Sure, he'd buy her a drink and chat her up, but everyone knew that she'd spend her evening in his bed and her morning making him breakfast. 

When Thomas first came to my local haunt, I was in awe.  I thought I was good with the ladies but he quickly showed me that I was merely an amateur in the game of courtship.  When he sat down next to me at the bar I couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask what his secret was.  I honestly expected him to snap one of his patented winks, give me a quick word of advice, and then move on to that night's woman.  So I was more than a little surprised when he turned to me, smiled and simply said "Magic".

Part of me wanted to laugh it off.  I mean, come on... Magic?  But Thomas continued before I could voice my doubts.  He explained that there were two different forms of magic and that he could wield both with ease.  The first was mind's desire.  This magic would transform the recipient  into whatever they wanted to be.  The second was heart's desire.  This magic would transform the recipient into whatever they were meant to be.  His casual chuckle sent chills down my spine as he said that

He paused for only a brief moment before making me an offer that only a fool would turn down.  He would cast the mind's desire spell on me only if he could then cast the heart's desire spell one month later.  Somewhere deep down I felt my soul shiver without knowing why.  After all... my mind and heart both wanted the same thing... to fit into that world of a perfect man and a perfect woman.  With only a twinge of hesitation I nodded my ascent. 

At first the month looked like it would be everything I ever wanted.  My body grew out and became more masculine in every way.  My shoulders were broader and thicker.  My hair was darker and fuller.  My voice had that darkly serious undertone that had always been missing.  Almost all of my body fat disappeared, replaced with well defined rippling muscle.  My cock would have made a porn start blush.  But more than my physical body changing, my experience with women went from difficult and tedious to one of smooth seductive ease.   Just as easy as Thomas is currently seducing me.

Flashing a smile earned me a woman's immediate and devout attention.  Speaking a few words earned me her intense interest.  And a simple offer of accompanying me to my apartment earned me her body and soul.  Women would do anything I asked and more.  They acted as if their entire existence was just to please me.    And for awhile that was enough.  But it didn't take long for that to become... boring.  I wanted to know more about them.  What turned them on?  What pleased them?  What would make their toes curl in unbridled desire?  But none of these beautiful sexy women cared about their own self... they just devoted themselves to my own pleasure. 

When Thomas showed back up in the bar exactly thirty days later.  I figured he knew exactly what he was doing, and wanted me to experience what I thought I wanted before getting the whole package.  But instead of speaking any words, he simply guided me from my seat and into his car... my body changing the entire way.  As we slipped past the tables my hair lightened to a platinum blonde and spilled past my shoulders.  As we squeezed between some people my body shrunk down in height and presence.  Slipping through the door Thomas' hand stroked down the side of my ripe breast, over my slight waist, and finally nestled onto my plump  and soft rear. 

Sitting in the back of his chauffeured Mercedes, Thomas pulled my head onto his shoulder as his thumb absentmindedly brushed over my slightly parted full lips.  I could hear a quiet feminine moan escape from my throat as he began to speak.  "Katherine.  Yes, I think Katherine will suit your far better than Curtis ever did.  I thought this might be your heart's desire, but one never truly knows until the spell is cast.  And now that the dice has settled, so is your fate.  You'll never be a man's man... you're a man's woman."

Thoughts were racing through my head faster than I could process them.  I wanted to scream, struggle, and fight.  But each time I had an opportunity, Thomas' hand would find a new part of my body to brush against filling me with previously unknowable pleasure.  Soon enough we exiting the car, my dainty hand in his as he chaperoned me into the elevator.  Pressing me up against the back wall, Thomas leaned in and started kissing me.  As his tongue moved into my mouth, his thigh pressed between my thighs and started rubbing up against my new moist folds.  When the doors slid open Thomas broke our passionate kiss, turned, and walked into his palatial apartment. 

This was my opportunity.  A quick press of the button would send the elevator back down and offer me an escape.  All I needed was a chance to get my thoughts in order.  As I stepped forward though I made no move toward the controls.  Instead I moved down to my hands and knees, following Thomas to his bedroom.  He never looked back at me as he began to talk.  "That's right Katherine.... a woman should always approach her man on her knees.  It's her place... her submission to a true alpha.  That's where you mind's desire failed you.  You thought being an alpha was all about physique and voice.  No... being an alpha is about the strength of his confidence."

As he sat on the bed, I turned around and exposed my new body to him, a weak and oh so sexy whimper escaping my slightly parted lips.  This was partially because his hands began to explore me back there, but more importantly it was in response to what he was saying.  "Mmm your heart desired a very beautiful body Katherine.  I'm going to enjoy exploring every single inch of it.  You see where you were trying to find out what a woman wants, a real man already knows.  I know that my fingers sliding deep into you makes you squirm with pleasure and shudder with the promise of experiencing something more substantial.  Your dreams of having a woman submit to your desires were misplaced and confusing.  It's why you had to ask what a woman wants.  Your mind's desire was to be a Man's Man.... to  please a woman.  Your heart's desire though is to be a Man's Woman... to experience pleasure from pleasing a real man!"



I doubt that anybody is going to be reading this in real time, but I'll be back shortly with an update.

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March 2, 2014 8:13AM

Here's the new first paragraph... I think it meshes far better with how I finalized the story:

I've always fantasized about a woman crawling toward me on her hands and knees.  There was just something so damned sexy and submissive about a woman approaching a man in such a submissive manner.   I've always been able to hook up with beautiful women, but I've never gotten them to submit to me in that way.  I always used to think it was because I wasn't man enough... now I know differently.

More edits to follow.

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March 2, 2014 8:18AM

Second paragraph redux.  I wanted it to flow from the first paragraph better, but I also wanted to cut out some of the over the top descriptions.  The whole part about his suite costing more than Curtis' yearly salary was too much.  I also thought that the last sentence worked better with just a wink and a nod to what happened in the evening.

Thomas... now here was a man that obviously had his women willingly submit to him.  He worked at some company in the finance district but he was finance nerd.  He fit into and owned any room that he walked into.  He could dress to the nines in a suit and tie just as casually as he could wear a tight tee-shirt and jeans.  When he set his eyes on a woman she became his.  Sure, he'd buy her a drink and chat her up, but everyone knew that she'd spend her morning making him breakfast. 

 More to come.

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March 2, 2014 8:24AM

Next paragraph.  I wanted to show that while Curtis was successful with the ladies, he still got shot down occasionally.  I also needed to fix the part of Thomas 'first' coming to the bar.  Curtis has seen him several (if not many) times before, so I had to change that part.  I also wanted to change the part of Thomas sitting next to Curtis.  That makes it seem like he intended to do this to Curtis... I wanted the emphasis to be on Curtis initiating the exchange.

One evening after being shot down by another woman, I noticed Thomas out on the prowl.  As always, I was in awe of his ability to juggle multiple woman.  He never seemed flustered and they all just wanted to go home with him... no matter how desperate that made them look.  thought I was good with the ladies but he showed me that I was merely an amateur in the game of courtship.  When he stepped up to next to me at the bar to order another round, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask what his secret was.  I honestly expected him to snap one of his patented winks, give me a quick word of advice, and then move on to that night's woman.  So I was more than a little surprised when he turned to me, smiled and simply said "Magic".

More to come

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March 2, 2014 8:30AM

I didn't see any need to change the next paragraph as it shows both Thomas' confidence as well as sets up the rules for the magic.  I did change up the next one though... I wanted to emphasize again that Thomas was making this offer to Curtis while at the same time being a true alpha and entertaining several woman.

Part of me wanted to laugh it off.  I mean, come on... Magic?  But Thomas continued before I could voice my doubts.  He explained that there were two different forms of magic and that he could wield both with ease.  The first was mind's desire.  This magic would transform the recipient  into whatever they wanted to be.  The second was heart's desire.  This magic would transform the recipient into whatever they were meant to be.  His casual chuckle sent chills down my spine as he said that


He paused for only a brief moment, glancing back at the harem sitting at his table before making me an offer that only a fool would turn down.  He would cast the mind's desire spell on me tonight only if he could then cast the heart's desire spell one month later.  Somewhere deep down I felt my soul shiver without knowing why.  After all... my mind and heart both wanted the same thing... to fit into that world of a perfect man find out how to make a woman submit to me in that way.  With only a twinge of hesitation I nodded my ascent. 

 Moving back to the story

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March 2, 2014 8:37AM

I changed a few descriptions to flow better and made one series of sentences into one flowing sentence.  Not many other changes.

At first the month looked like it would be everything I ever wanted.  My body grew out and became more masculine in every way.  My shoulders were broader and thicker.  My hair was darker and fuller.  My voice had that darkly serious undertone that had always been missing.  Almost all of my body fat disappeared, replaced with well defined rippling muscle.  My cock would have made a porn start blush.  But more than my physical body changing, my experience with women went from difficult and tedious to one of smooth seductive ease.  

Flashing a smile earned me a woman's immediate attention, speaking a few words earned me her interest, and a simple offer of accompanying me to my apartment earned me her body.  Women would do anything I asked and more.  They acted as if their entire existence was just to please me.    And for awhile that was enough. 


It didn't take long, however, for that to become... boring.  I wanted to know more about them.  What turned them on?  What pleased them?  What would make their toes curl in unbridled desire?  But none of these beautifully sexy women cared about their own self... they just devoted themselves to my own pleasure. 

 I also broke up the paragraphs into more bit sized pieces and removed the part of '...just as Thomas was currently seducing me...'.  Breaking up the paragrphs feels right, but it also gives me more points where I can break this into two parts.  As for the part of Thomas seducing Curtis/Katherine... well that was a good place holder but I now know that Thomas doesn't really seduce the new Katherine.  So that part just had to go.

Back at it.

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March 2, 2014 9:07AM

Quite a few changes here.  I really got into the story and tried to amp up every part of this.  The first draft was ok, but it was more like I was just going through the motions... she changes, she sits in his car and listens, they kiss in the elevator, and then move into his apartment.

I can't go over every change as there were quite a few, but I think you'll find this edit to be quite a bit more 'hawt'.

By the time I met Thomas back up at the bar exactly thirty days later, I figured this was his plan all along.  He just wanted me to experience what I thought I wanted before getting the whole package.  But instead of speaking any words, he simply guided me from my seat and into his car... my body changing the entire way. 

As we slipped past the tables my hair lightened to a platinum blonde and spilled past my shoulders.  As we squeezed through the crowd my body shrunk down in height and presence.  As we slipped through the door Thomas' hand stroked down the side of my ripe breast, over my slight waist, and finally nestled onto my plump  and soft rear.  Settling into the back of his chauffeured Mercedes, Thomas pulled my head onto his shoulder as his thumb absentmindedly brushed over my slightly parted full lips.  I could hear a quiet feminine moan escape from my throat as he began to speak.  "Katherine.  Yes, I think Katherine will fit you far better than Curtis ever did.  When you first asked me what my secret was, I thought this might be your heart's desire.  Now just lean back and enjoy your new fate."

Thoughts were racing through my head faster than I could process them.  I wanted to scream, struggle, and fight as something had to  have gone horribly wrong.  I wasn't supposed to be a woman on some guys arm!  But each time I had an opportunity to voice my opposition, Thomas would find a new part of my body to fill with previously unknowable pleasure.  An eternity was spent with me gasping as his finger and thumb pinched and played with my nipple.  His hand rubbing sensuously over my bare thigh sent fireworks off in my brain.  Feeling him part my hair and gently kiss my forehead started a fire burning deep down between my legs.

Soon enough we exited the car, my dainty hand in his as he chaperoned me into the elevator.  In the blink of an eye I found myself pressed up against the back wall, Thomas leaning in and assaulting my pouty lips with his own, kissing me over and over.  As his tongue moved into my mouth, his leg moved between my thighs and started rubbing up against my new moist folds.  My entire body responded to his actions.  Not just with arousal, want, and need... no, I found myself kissing him back.  My hips were grinding my new flower against his leg so aggressively that my dress pulled up exposing myself fully.  Part of me still didn't want this... it was just wrong.  The rest of me needed this... it was just right.  When the doors finally slid open Thomas broke our passionate kiss, turned, and walked into his palatial apartment. 

My head cleared, and I realized that this was my opportunity.  A quick press of the button would close the doors send the elevator back down offering me an escape.  All I needed was a chance to get my thoughts in order.  As I stepped forward though I made no move toward the controls.  Instead I moved down to my hands and knees, following Thomas to his bedroom.  He never looked back at me as he began to talk.  "That's right Katherine.... a woman should always approach her man on her knees.  It's her place... her submission to a true alpha.  That's where you mind's desire failed you.  You thought being an alpha was all about physique and voice.  No... being an alpha is about the strength of his confidence and simply allowing women the opportunity to be their true selves."

Now on to the finish

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March 2, 2014 9:36AM

I ended up leaving the last paragraph as is... it felt right.   So I moved on to design.  I laid out the title just to give me an idea of the weight it would add to the image, and then moved on to getting the story into the panel.  A big problem quickly came up... it won't fit.  I currently have the text spreading further into the photo than I want, and have the text down to 15 points, but it's still not all fitting in.

So after several failed attempts to get it squeezed in, I'm going to look for a third panel.

Here's where I gave up the ghost:


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March 2, 2014 9:58AM

I'm afraid that the frustration of this issue has taken me back out of the spirit of this cap.

More or less, I have to cut major parts out of the story, make the text almost ineligibly small, or add a third panel.  None of these appeal to me.  I feel like the story will flow fine between two panels, but adding a third one seems to be the best option.   The big problem there is that I've already written myself in a corner.  I let myself have an out, with introducing the first image as possibly Curtis getting his wish, but adding a third panel would mean that I have to bring up what is currently going on not once, but twice.

I did find this image from the set, and it's very sexy... but it's just another version of the one I already have.


Not only does it not match the weight of the first two images, it's also done at an angle, making it even more different.  That's not a horrible thing, but I don't want panels one and two to feel like mirror images while  panel three has it's own feeling.

Bah... I'm done for now.  Maybe I'll try again this afternoon.

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March 15, 2014 11:55AM

Obviously I didn't get back to working on this cap that afternoon.  Or that evening... or that week.  I did look over this post and try to think my way around the problem, but everything I thought of would actually reduce the amount of text I could fit in, instead of giving me more space to work with.

So... this morning while I was in the mood to create, I decided to finish this up with the only asthetically pleasing way I could imagine.  By cutting away piece after piece of the story until it would fit into two panels.

I didn't bother trying to keep a rundown of the edits I was making as I was editing directly in Photoshop.  But as you'll see, whole paragraphs got edited down and combined with others in the attempt to save lines.  I left it at 15 pixels as I already felt I was compromising on font size (I currently prefer staying at 16 points or larger).

I think the gist of the story is still there.  I don't think it's bad... it just isn't as good as it could have been.  The original design idea of having mirrored images still works, although the final layout is kind of boring.  I did have a little fun with the color palate, but that was more a necessity as the background photos under the text boxes were different enough that I couldn't use the same light tones in both panels.

I don't have a bead on what exactly Kate Southerland likes... I'm not sure if this story will hit her buttons or not... but I think she'll enjoy it.  Hopefully I'll get a good response from her and can build upon it when I make her a second return.  Of course at this rate, I'll be making that second return sometime around August.

One final note on me writing out all the little edits and design choices in this way.  Yes... this took FAR longer than it does for me to create a normal cap.  But if these weeks could be compressed down to a single afternoon, it would actually still follow my normal procedure.  I can't count how many times I've had to edit down a story so that it would fit into a design that I already had in mind.  Occasionally I've gone to an older layout that gives me more room for story, but that really only happens when I'd have to cut out more than half of the story.  In this case I'd say I cut about 35% away.  None of it was really important to the story, rather it was just vocabulary flourishes or background information no directly relevant to the story.

Instead of posting the cap here, I'll put it up in it's own post that you can find here.

6 comments:

  1. So glad we get to see your thought process in creating captions!

    Hope you will be able to finish this as some point as I think you are on the right track!

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    1. Whelp.... it's finally done. I do like sharing my process, even if the 'sharing the process' process make the process itself more difficult.

      I hope that this post conveys why I can be so down on a cap that many seem to enjoy. When someone starts with the final product all they see is cap (design, story, layout, colors....). When I see it, I see all the things that I had to cut away. I don't necessarily see a finished product. Instead I see something with pieces missing and all of it bandaged and glued back together.

      I know most artists go through the same thing, but damn it I hate having to edit away parts that I not only enjoyed, but worked hard to get 'good'.

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  2. Wow, this is a wicked post Caitlyn! Though you do usually take the time in each post to give us a little peek into your brain, this is a very thorough analysis and documentation of your thought process! It's very cool to see! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thanks Kendall!

      I certainly wouldn't expect to see this type of write up all that often. I think one of the reasons this story ran over so much is because I kept coming back to this post and writing about why I did each thing... that kept pushing me to punch up every bit that I could. Maybe if I had written this more continuously it would have been smoother and not needed all the final edits.

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  3. Getting to see your thought process, and to follow, intimately, your creative process in producing a cap...destined for me...is...incredible.

    I would call it humbling that you went through so much to produce a cap for my folder; but I know that "Kate" doesn't have that much to do with it. It is your dedication to your art, and the standards of excellence you set for yourself that drive you to be so exacting and to produce such astonishing work.

    I was very proud of the caps I gave you. I still am. But I've learned to love them for a whole new reason: that they earned a response from you.

    Thank you,

    Kate

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    1. Kate,

      I'm almost hesitant to say it, but you're right. While this cap was made specifically for you, there was no extra emphasis because of you in particular. I did push a little harder as it's the first time I've capped you and I want to see what you like, but I do that for most people when I first cap them.

      As for the caps you made for me... don't love them because of the response. They are beautiful and captivating and would remain so even if they were one-offs made for no one in particular. I feel special as they were made for me.

      Also... this is payment for ONE of your caps. I still owe you another one!

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