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Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mistress Dyvia's Secretary
Hello girls. Welcome back once again. I hope that you've been looking
forward to another tale from my wicked imagination. Just so that
everyone knows, there are two different versions of this story. The one
at fictionmania.tv s a little less interactive. The one at
mistressdyvia.com is a little more relatable to most of my subs and
slaves out there.
Before going any further, I want you to be aroused.
For those of you that are slaves to me (which to become for the night,
only requires you to say aloud, "I am Mistress Dyvia's slave."), you
have the following rules:
1. You must email your Mistress (Me) and tell her both how well you
performed your instructions, and your thoughts of the story. At the
time you press the send button, you are once again free, until the next
time you read one of my stories and choose to be mine again.
2. Although I would prefer that you do not, if you should cum before
finishing this story, you will hold all of your cum in your mouth until
you are finished reading. At that point whether or not you swallow is
up to you.
3. High heels would be a turn on for me here, if you have them, wear
them. Whenever you see "+heel magic+" I want you to cross your legs, if
they are crossed, switch your legs.
4. I want you to have an extra thick coat of lipstick on, one that
constantly reminds you of being owned, and the explicit femininity of
your circumstance. If you don't have lipstick, as an alternative, you
can take a magic marker, and write on your chest, "My titties belong to
Mistress Dyvia"
Well I guess I will get started. Enjoy girls.
I sat there looking at what I was going to wear for Neil. He had this
thing for secretaries. So I invited him to be mine for a day. But, the
amusing part was that he was going to be one of my sexy secretaries. I
can only imagine he knew some of what would be involved with just
because of my reputation, if not for the couple emails that we had
exchanged.
+heel magic+
So I was going with this simple office look. White bra that was
noticeable through my white blouse. I also wore a charcoal skirt and
matching jacket. I left the top two buttons of my blouse unbuttoned so
that it showed off a necklace I liked. My eyes had a deep brown look to
them and my lips and nails were done in a nice pink. I also wore brown
stockings with a thee-inch heeled open-toed shoe, which matched my
charcoal suit. My hair was up in a little bun of sorts, with a few
curly strands hanging down here and there, I liked the look, I think it
was very professional.
When I thought I looked all set to go. I left the room and walked to my
office. When I reached the office, I looked to the side and saw the
desk I had set up for my new secretary. I opened up the door and
entered. "Hello Neil."
"Hello Mistress. How are you today?" I took his hand and he shook it
eagerly, but not as firmly as I hoped.
"I am well." I sat down and crossed my legs. +heel magic+ I didn't ask
him how he was, as not only was it obvious; excited, but he was
noticeably thrown off by my lack of reciprocation. "So you're looking
forward to being my secretary, huh?"
"Yes Mistress, I'm very excited." Neil said. +heel magic+
I opened up my desk drawer and pulled out an "employment contract." It
obviously wasn't real or legally binding, but for the sake of our
little excitement, it was personally binding. It essentially stated
that he would be my secretary for the day, and perform any duties that
I found necessary for maintaining a pleasant environment. Well it was a
lot longer than that, but that's what it said in short. "Read this
Neil, sign it, date it, and mark it."
"Yes Mistress," and read it. When he was done, he was blushing a bit,
but he seemed more concerned with his lack of a writing utensil. I slid
a black pen across my desk to him, and he said "Thank You Mistress."
"You're welcome Neil." Then I opened up my drawer and pulled out an
unopened package of a really bright red lipstick, and put that on the
corner of the paper he was signing. "And use that to mark it."
"Mistress?"
"Open up the lipstick, pt it on your lips, and kiss the bottom of the
page." One thing I so often find amusing, is that even when a man is
asking to be feminized, just being thrown into it can seem so
intimidating to them. I sometimes wonder why I take so much pleasure
from this hesitation?
"Umm Yes Mistress, I'm sorry." He fumbled with the package and managed
to open it. He clumsily applied the lipstick to his lips, and stood up,
bent over, and kissed the page. Then he handed me back the lipstick. I
took it, then I took his contract, I opened up my desk drawer, and took
out a manila folder. The folder said "Neil" on it. I opened it up so
that he could see the copies of emails I had of him, a photograph of
him, some notes on what I had planned for him. Of course this was all
elaborately set up for his anticipation. I put his contract in the
folder and closed it. I took out a red marker, and crossed out "Neil"
and wrote in big red letters, "Tara."
I smiled and looked at him, "You do know what this means right?"
"My name is Tara?"
"You sound so unsure of yourself. Let's try this again." I stood up
straight and help out my hand, "Good afternoon, I'm your new employer
Miss Dyvia."
"Hi, my name is Tara."
"It is nice to meet you Tara."
"Thank You Mistress Dyvia." I let out a little giggle, I had hoped she
would have caught on to the 'Miss Dyvia' but she obviously did not, or
she was too unsure of herself to not address me as "Mistress."
"Why don't we show you to your desk."
"Okay Mistress." And I led her right outside the office. Was an old
computer on the desk that still ran off Windows 98.
"I know it looks old, but it will do everything I need you to do. I
pressed the power button on the monitor and the computer. When we get
back, your user name is simply Tara, and your password is," and I said
each letter slowly, "l-r-i-g-y-t-t-u-l-s."
"I don't think I can remember that Mistress."
I paused, and then added, or if it would be easier, 'sluttygirl'
backwards." +heel magic+
She blushed. "I can remember that Mistress."
I took her to another room. "Time to get you ready for your new job." I
took off her clothes. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was
already hairless.
"I had hoped to make this easier for you Mistress."
"That's fine, sometimes its fun to shave a girl, but its sometimes fun
to see a girl take a little initiative." The first thing that went on
were false nails. Each one went over an inch past her fingers. As a
secretary, I have no idea how she was going to get any typing done like
that, but she would figure it out. Next came black lacy panties, and a
matching bra, which she would quickly find filled with d cup breast
forms. I put on a black garter to match her bra and panties and then
added black stockings and hooked them to her garter. I was trying not
to laugh as her cock kept threatening to pop out of the daintiness of
her panties. I had her sit still while I pulled out a corset to give
her that magic hourglass figure that men, including her, were so
transfixed by. I helped her into a blouse which matched my own, but her
black bra was ever so much more noticeable through her blouse, than my
bra thru my own. I had a suit for her as well, but where mine was
charcoal, hers was maroon with pink trimmings. And without question, I
added maroon five-inch heels to her feet that were cute and strappy.
I had her sit down; I had a new toy I wanted to use on her. Now before
I tell you about it, I would just like to be clear, this isn't a real
toy, this is just being used as a plot device. Anyway where was I? Oh
yes, the new toy. I took a tube and had her swallow it down for air. I
took a can of a liquid and poured it down her throat. It took about
five minutes to harden and make a mold of her throat. While it was
hardening, I polished her nails in the same maroon her jacket was. Then
I slowly removed the mold and tube from her throat. Using a strange
drill and then this other mold type of mold, we made this new shape
within the mold. It took about 15 minutes total. But I had her tip back
her head and we once again inserted it back down her throat sans
breathing tube.
"Is everything okay Tara? Can you breathe?"
"Yes Mistress." She gasped. Her voice was one hundred percent
indistinguishable from a real cute secretary. I smiled and finished her
make up; blue eye shadow, black mascara, black eye liner, pink rouge,
and maroon lipstick to match her nails and suit. Then I brought out a
light brown wig, and placed it on her head, and pulled much of the hair
back into a pony tail and let some dangle in front of and to the side
of her face; just a constant reminder of her feminine identity. And
lastly, I took a pair of small glasses with a very feminine frame and
put them over her eyes. They were not prescription at all, but they
added to the appearance.
We walked back to the office and she sat down at the computer. +heel
magic+ She typed I her user name and password and logged in. She looked
up at me and said in her ultra femme voice, "What exactly are my
responsibilities, Mistress?"
"Well the basics of any secretary." I was doing my best to hold a
straight face, "you know, answer phones, take messages, keep track of
my schedule, make my appointments, and most importantly; keep my guests
entertained."
"I'm not sure I entirely understand, but I will do my best."
"Most of my clients have files in the bottom drawer." And so she was
sure to know, I pointed to the lower left hand drawer. "Don't worry
though, the day shouldn't be that difficult." Both right hand drawers
are filled with entertainment just for you, if you should get bored."
"Oh, okay thank you mistress."
"Speaking of which, while you are on the clock, 'Miss Dyvia' will be
just fine."
"Of course Miss Dyvia, you're the boss!" and her smile gleamed.
"Okay Tara, well I have some things to do in my office, buzz me if you
need me."
"Okay Miss Dyvia, I will."
At that point I walked back into my office and closed the door. I
turned on my computer and typed in the password for the camera I had in
the office, so that in between my writings and meetings, I could amuse
myself with what she was doing.
The first thing she did was open the top drawer. I had left her a bunch
of magazines. She flipped through the pile, found one she liked. She
perused it for about ten minutes, and then Tara finally put it back.
She closed the drawer. She opened up the lower drawer, put her fingers
to her lips in shock and quickly closed the drawer. I couldn't stop
laughing at the reaction to the sex toy filled drawer. +heel magic+
She was wiping up her hands, which were lipstick smeared from her
reaction to the lower drawer, when the first client came in. He looked
Tara up and down like a piece of meat.
"Hi I'm John, I'm here to see Dyvia."
Tara then buzzed me and said, "Hi John is here to see you."
I replied with, "He's a few minutes early, keep him entertained until
I'm ready."
"Yes Miss Dyvia," Tara responded. She opened up the drawer with the
client files. She found John, and looked up and found some tabs, one
said 'entertainment.' Tara opened up that file and her eyes widened a
bit when she noticed that it was just a list of sex toys.
He spoke up, "well Hun, you going to entertain me or what?"
"Uh yes sir, do you have any preferences to your entertainment?"
"Do you have any dildos or vibrators?" +heel magic+
"Yes, I do." She opened up her drawer and withdrew a couple, he
interrupted her and told pointed to a big black one he liked, and told
her to start sucking on it. She was doing her best to give the big fake
shiny black cock the best blowjob of its life. +heel magic+
"Oh man Girl. You're one hell of a cocksucker aren't you? Just keep
sucking that thing. Man wow!" And of course his comments just got more
and more lewd. Eventually he told her to stop. So Tara did like a good
secretary. "Get a butt plug, stick it in your ass for me." And Tara
did. She started by putting a lot of lube on the toy. She stood so he
could see her profile and she bent over so he could see her pull her
skirt up, and gently press the plug to her ass. She stopped for a
moment and took the bottle of lube and worked it into her ass. The
bottle fell off the desk and as I watched from my monitor, I all I
could think was "Tara, your lucky the bottle was sealed."
I'm sorry I'm getting off topic again. So She worked the whole plug
into her ass over a few minutes, and moaned and made such exciting
sexual noises. When she looked at John, I can only imagine the thoughts
in her head as he was openly stroking himself.
Then I buzzed in, "Tara, why don't you send in John."
She pressed the buzzer, "Yes Miss Dyvia." And she neatened her self up
within seconds; about the same amount of time it took for John to
struggled to get his penis back into his pants. She opened the door for
him and let him into my office, and then she closed the door. In her
free moment, she struggled quite uncomfortable to get the plug out of
her ass. She eventually did, and sat down and kept shifting her
position. She put the plug to the side, which I'm glad she did as that
needed to be washed. And the other toys were put back into the drawer.
She looked at the computer, and looked at the following appointments,
Jason and Jeremy were both scheduled 5 minutes apart. It was obvious
that Tara knew she was going to have to provide entertainment for both
of these men.
She opened up the folder for Jason, just as I knew she would. In the
entertainment, folder was a simple handwritten note, 'Tara, when Jason
comes in, offer him a blowjob. Don't let him cum.' She quickly opened
up Jeremy's folder, same kind of note, 'Tara, this man will fuck your
ass.' +heel magic+
She put her head down.
Sometime later Jason stepped through the door. "Hi I'm here for Dyvia."
"Yes sir, she's not ready just yet, you can suit right over there..."
He smiled and sat down. She took a deep breath and smiled nicely,
"Could I offer you coffee, tea, and nice warm blowjob?"
Jason Smiled, "Actually I would love a blow job." He was even nice
enough to unzip his fly and pull out his dick for Tara. I'm not even
sure if that sentence is sarcastic... hehehe. But Tara, like a good
girl wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked and licked away for a
few minutes. He kept telling her what a good job she was doing.
After a few minutes, Jeremy walked in. He looked and smiled then sat
down. He seemed to be getting turned on by this series of events. He
looked around and his eyes caught something the bottle of lube the fell
in front of the desk. He pulled out his cock and walked up to Tara
giving a blowjob, "I was going to wait for my turn, but since you left
the lube out. He pulled up Tara's skirt wiped lube across her ass. He
closed her eyes and he pushed in. +heel magic+ Every time Jeremy thrust
into her, she would inhale more of Jason's cock right into her throat.
I sent John out, but the other three were oblivious to him, which was
too bad since, Tara would have enjoyed it. The sluttiness of this
secretary's actions were so exciting, that I just had to... Interrupt.
I opened the door, "ahem."
All three stopped and started to fix them selves up.
"Excuse me Mistress Dyvia."
"Sorry Mistress Dyvia."
"I hope we weren't too loud Miss Dyvia."
I smiled. "That's okay girls, you two in my office, now! Tara, you've
been good, why don't you freshen up." When Jason and Jeremy came into
the office, Tara walked off and went to the bathroom, fixed up her
makeup and clothes, and came back to her desk and put away the lube.
She was blushing. She looked at the computer again, no more clients
today. She flipped thru some more magazines, and then Jason stepped
out. He was naked, his lips were red from lipstick and he had something
that looked like cum dripping down his chin. +heel magic+
He looked at Tara, "Excuse me Ms. Tara, where is the rest room?"
She looked at him and said, "Down the hall and to the left."
"Thank You." And he walked away.
Sometime later Jeremy walked out; he was fully dressed as he had been
before. "Thank you Ms. Tara for your generosity earlier. You were quite
amazing"
Tara blushed, "you're welcome, thank you for the compliment." She was
obviously trying to be confident, but she really wasn't sure exactly
how she was supposed to respond.
"Umm... you wouldn't by any chance have a donut would you?" +heel
magic+ "Ya know what? Never mind. Have a good afternoon." And he walked
away with a funny walk. Tara giggled a bit wondering if she walked at
all like that when she went to freshen up.
I appeared at the door, "Tara, You've done a really good job today:
Good Girl."
She looked back to me and smiled, "Thank you Miss Dyvia... or should I
start calling you 'mistress' again?" And I smiled. +heel magic+
I hope you enjoyed the story girls. Let me know your thoughts on what I
wrote at [email protected]. Subs and slaves you better have
followed your directions, or done your absolute best to do so.
'Til next time girls! Bye Bye!
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