Mistress Dyvia Scratchin an Itch
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Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia plays a mind game with one of her girls.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mistress Dyvia's Object of Affection
Hi there! I'm so happy that you called and wanted me to visit. I love it
when we get together to chat about fun times. I couldn't believe it when
you sent me that email about Violet. Did the rumors really spread that
quickly? Hehehe, if you're smiling like that, I guess they must have.
Oh wait, we can't start just yet. We have rules for the submissives out
there. Lets see where do we start?
Rule #1: You are owned by Mistress Dyvia, until she chooses to release
you. Say it now, "Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you, you are my owner, and
I, your property." Good girl.
Rule #2: You must absolutely without a doubt, be aroused before starting
this story.
Rule #3: If you own them, I wish you to have, eye shadow, lipstick, fake
nails and nail polish, a wig, panties (preferably a thong), stockings and
garter belt, high heels, and a slutty dress. But do not put them on yet.
When you see this - ~~~O~~~ - you will either put on the appropriate
clothing or makeup above and or say what my girl says.
Rule # 4: you will obey the last instruction I give my girl in this
story.
Rule #5: you will write to your owner (me), and tell her how well you
followed my instructions as well as anything else you may wish to write.
When you press send, you will no longer belong to me.
Well anyway, where was I?
It really started out innocently enough? Okay, okay, don't look at me
like that; when your talking about the games I play with my girls I guess
it's never really innocently enough. But it really started out the day
before. I met Frank the day earlier and we had discussed some of his
fantasies, and after we went through the normal delights of contracts and
markings and such, I hypnotized him. It was a Friday; he had the next day
off from whatever job it is that he has. So planted a number of
suggestions that made him temporarily forget about me, and certain
desires he has. And in all honesty he responded so much better than most.
But the real story started the next day when he was at a cute little
outdoor caf?. He ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea. He thought it
was a bit strange, he was there by himself, and he didn't drink tea. He
had no idea why he ordered it. That's when I came in. I walked down the
sidewalk, and sat down across from him. I was in my street clothes, jeans
and a t-shirt with the letter "o" on it. A little eye makeup and my hair
was down.
"Thanks for the tea Frank."
He was visibly shaken, "Do I know you?"
"Yes, you just don't remember."
He was looking at my chest, "How's that?"
"It doesn't really matter to you does it?"
"No, I guess not."
And he was still looking at my chest. "You like my shirt?"
"Yeah, its interesting."
"Yeah? And what you do if I said ?O'" I asked.
"bey."
"You would obey me?"
"Yes." His eyes widened a bit. And I smiled. "What? What did you do to
me?"
"Don't ask that."
"Yes Mistress Dyvia."
I smiled again, and sipped the tea. "Good, now pay the bill its time to
go." He wasn't finished with his coffee, but I was finished with my tea.
I drink tea fast for some reason.
"Yes Mistress Dyvia." He looked agitated and confused as he pulled out
his wallet and dropped a ten-dollar bill on the table, and put the sugar
shaker on top of it so it wouldn't blow away. The two of us walked off.
We arrived back at my place, and I lead him to my bedroom. I ordered him,
"Take off your clothes." And of course he did so, but he looked at
himself confused. "I had you shave off all your hair this morning."
"But we never met before this afternoon??" he tried to argue.
"If I can make you do anything I want you to, what makes you think, I
can't make you forget things I don't want you to remember."
"I guess?" he was completely unsure of himself.
I stepped away for just a couple minutes; I quickly changed to a black
latex cat suit. I pulled my hair up a bit, and put some make up on in
dramatic red. I pulled a red latex thong up and over my ass, and matched
it with red opera gloves and red thigh highs with a four-inch heel.
Coming back in he hadn't moved an inch, he still seemed unsure of
himself, but he seemed distracted by my new attire. I was amused, as
always. I held up a tube of a purple lipstick, want some?
~~~O~~~ He scowled, "No, lipstick is for women."
"I completely agree. So why wouldn't you want any? lipstick"
~~~O~~~"Lipstick is for girls who suck cock." His eyes widened.
I grinned, "cock?"
~~~O~~~ He blurted out, "I love cock!"
And I told him, "So you do want some." And he had no answer for me. So I
pressed it to his lips. He seemed so confused. "Now doesn't that feel
nice and smooth on your lips?"
"?No."
"Are you sure you don't like your? lipstick."
~~~O~~~ "Lipstick is for girls that like to suck cock." I giggled
admittedly. He was programmed to respond to ?lipstick.' And ?cock.'
"Really? So if your wearing some, then how exactly do you feel about
cock?" I asked with as straight of a face as I could gather.
~~~O~~~ "I love cock."
"Excellent." I started to put some eye shadow on his eyes. It was a light
purplish color with a little hint of red. "And of course this color goes
on your eye lids to remind you of who you are? right?"
And as she looked into the mirror it was as if something switched inside
of her. She knew what she was for, who she was. ~~~O~~~ "Of course
Mistress Dyvia, I'm Violet. And I'm a sexual play thing for anyone and
everyone you want me to be."
"Yes you are, Violet." I pulled a blond wig over her head. "Why are you
wearing a wig, Violet?"
~~~O~~~ "Because its so girly and pretty Mistress Dyvia!"
"Why are you blond, Violet?" I asked
~~~O~~~ "Because Mistress, blondes have more fun!
I helped her to attach long fake nails. And then I painted them the same
violet color that matcher her lipstick and eye shadow. "And do you know
why girls like you have such long fingernails?"
~~~O~~~ "So that we can be pretty, but more importantly, Mistress Dyvia,
so that it is a constant reminder to be dainty and gentle? And very
feminine with every little gesture."
I attached her garter belt and pulled up her violet colored stockings.
"And why do girls like you wear stockings?"
~~~O~~~ "Because the show off our smooth legs, and they're so wonderful
to look at when looking from my feet to my ass?"
"Why would they be looking at your ass violet?"
And Violet as she had been all along, smiled dreamily as she answered my
question, ~~~O~~~ "Because it would be so firm and raised so high."
"And why would it be so firm and raised so high?" I asked.
~~~O~~~ "Because I would be wearing very high heels Mistress Dyvia. And
high heels make my ass look so good and my calves look so tight."
I smiled. I pulled out a pair of six-inch open toed stilettos and helped
her feet into them, and as I'm sure you guessed, they were violet. "How
does that make you feel Violet?"
~~~O~~~ "Horny mistress. So horny knowing that all sorts of men would
want to fuck my ass, or maybe my mouth or maybe both."
I pulled a thong over her feet and up her legs and put it in place. "Why
does a girl like you wear a thong Violet?"
She smiled and looked me in the eye, ~~~O~~~ "So someone can pull them
down and fuck me Mistress, why else would I wear them?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't have the slightest idea." I used glue
and attached her breast forms to her chest giving her a nice double d-
cup. "What lovely boobs you have Violet."
~~~O~~~ "The better to stare at Mistress."
"Oh yes, I imagine that and so much more."
Violet giggled, "I hope so."
And lastly I had her step into a short violet dress that showed off her
beautiful hourglass figure. "And that is a perfect dress for you,
Violet."
"No Mistress, it's the perfect wrapping for me!" She yelled with gusto.
And finally I attached a collar and then a leash to her neck. ""Oh
Mistress are you taking me somewhere fun?"
"Of course Violet."
And soon enough I was leading violet into a large room. One would almost
swear it was a museum. There was a strange sculpture it was almost like a
wall in the center of the room. It might actually be considered a wall
had it not had a strange square block missing in the center.
I unleashed her collar near this square shape in the art sculpture wall.
And two men quickly grabbed each of her arms. Violet squealed in delight,
"boys, boys there's plenty of me to go around."
One of the men smiled and said, "Don't worry we know." And they secured a
weird cut-out around her. It was a square and it looked like it would fit
in the square in the sculpture wall. It locked her hands under the square
from the wait down. On the topside of the square was her waist on up and
her wrists to her shoulders. Then men quickly picked her up and put her
in to the square finishing the wall.
She looked a bit confused, but smiled anyway. She was such a good girl; I
loved it. I sat down on a ?throne' at the end of the wall so I could have
a good view of both sides of the wall, I could see her ass bent over
obscenely, and her head looking up.
The doors at the front of the gallery opened; and about two-dozen men
came inside. All of which had received a special invitation from me. Each
one walked around the wall and each one asked Violet if she wanted to
suck their cock, and to each man she replied, "I love cock" And each man
then grabbed her ass and caressed her smooth legs.
Finally two lines were made, and the first two men walked up to her. She
opened her mouth and he stuck his cock inside. She sucked hard, and
rubbed her tongues as powerfully as she could along his meaty shaft. At
that moment she felt her thong being pulled to her knees and deep
pressing to her ass. She let out a moan, and with that moan the first man
in her mouth came, half of it ended up all over her face, the other half
she eagerly swallowed. By the time the next man put his cock in her mouth
she felt the man in her ass squirting inside her, and she felt the cum
dripping down her leg. But he was so very nice to her, because he pulled
her thong back up to cover her ass. He was being so nice by giving the
next man a chance to pull down her undies. And over the next twenty
minutes, she was ass fucked by eleven more men and she sucked off eleven
more men as well... She was so proud to have serviced twenty-four men in
not even as many minutes. She was so happy and talented.
And as the last man left the gallery, I stood up and walked over to her
ass. I slapped it lightly, but it made a loud cracking sound. "You are
such a hot fucking piece of ass you know that Violet." She was speechless
in her ecstasy. I walked around to her face. I kissed her on her cheek,
leaving a little red kiss print. When I pulled away, she looked up, and I
felt it, the cum on my lips. I put my finger to the side of my lips to
wipe it away, and looked at her. She was looking at me so desperately.
Instead I moved my tongue and wiped my lips off with it instead.
"Mmmm...Violet you are a lucky girl."
~~~O~~~ "Thank You Mistress!"
I squatted down to her, and took her hair tightly between my fingers, and
pulled her head to the side. I moved my lips to her hair and kissed her
earlobe a little and licked along the edge, She seemed enjoy it. And
finally I whispered one final instruction to her, "Violet. I want you to
cum for me? right now." And I pulled back just far enough to see her eyes
widened, and she held her breath as her chest turned a fiery red, and her
body tensed, and then she let out a low indescribable moan as her body
went limp.
"What a good girl." I said to myself.
And that is the end of that story. We really should get together again
sometime soon. I love sharing these stories with you; you always seem to
take such a perverse sense of pleasure from hearing them from me. Bye
bye!
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