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Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia has her way with a girl's mind, and shows her
off to a few guys, as well as her brand new fun box.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mistress Dyvia's Girl in a Box
Hi hun, how are you today? Oh, that's good I'm pretty good myself. Well
here we are again, I just love these little get-togethers we have. So
what's on your mind? Really you heard about that? Well I didn't want you
to get jealous, but yeah, it was a pretty crazy night. I had lots of fun
and so did my girl, Patricia. Oh wait, wait, wait! We have to have rules
before going any further.
If you are a submissive, then do not read past these rules unless you are
sure you can follow them.
Rule #1) you belong to me while reading this story. After reading, send
me an email; let me know your thoughts and/or criticisms. And after which
you will be free once again. If you agree to this, say right now, "Yes
Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you."
Rule #2) I like my girls horny. So do not read beyond my rules until you
are nice and aroused.
Rule #3) I would like you to cum while reading my story, but you do not
have to, this is an optional rule. I don't want you cumming too early. I
know what you're thinking, "Mistress Dyvia, what's the catch? Why are you
being so nice?" Well here is the catch, leave it there, do not swallow or
spit until you press the send button on your email. If you choose to
follow this optional rule, I want to know what part of the story pushed
you over the edge.
Rule #4) Keep your lipstick handy. I want you to apply a fresh coat every
five paragraphs.
Rule #5) this is an either or rule. EITHER put on a garter belt and
stockings... OR write, "Cum Licker" across your chest backwards.
Enjoy Girls.
Well what was it Saturday? Yeah. It was the early evening, and I was on
my way to pick up Harry. Harry's a nice guy; I already had him a little
earlier in the week. He was already trained, and I did do some hypnotic
things with him. He had a couple post-hypnotic suggestions, and one
trigger that would really bring out his wild side. His posthypnotic
suggestions were simple ones that made him forget how much he had a
fascination with the female form. Specifically he forgot how much he
loved wearing girl's clothes and such and how much he loved doing girly
things.
He had no idea why he was out. He was bored he had nothing better to
do... or so he believed. I had found this nice isolated spot where there
was no one around, where I could actually grant him his kidnapping
fantasy. I pulled over and watched him. He sat at a bench and was
fidgeting. It was like he knew there was something wrong, but couldn't
figure out exactly what "wrong" was.
I opened up a map, and put it on my passenger side seat. I pulled my car
out and drove up next to him. "Excuse me, how do I get to Macintosh
street?" I asked him. He gave me some direction, but I chose that street
because it wouldn't be easy to explain. I opened up the car door, "Could
you show me, I have this map," I held up a red marker, "maybe you could
trace the best way to go for me?"
"Sure." He smiled. He stepped inside, and closed the door. "Well its
actually a lot more simple than it sounds its 3 right turns and a left...
ahhh." He looked over just in time to see me pulling a needle out of his
arm. I can only wonder the thoughts that flowed through his head as his
vision was filled with black clouds.
I suppose the more interesting thing was when she woke up with some huge
boobs on her chest. She was speechless about it too. She opened her eyes
and looked down. "What did you do to me?" she asked. And I not only told
her, but I showed her the needle I used. I had pressed it through each
nipple and unloaded nearly a full gallon of this special solution that
gave her real breasts. Real big breasts. (Okay, the truth is while she
was unconscious I shaved her chest and used lots of fingernail glue to
attach some big breast forms, but for my story, it just sounds hotter if
I gave her real ones. lol) Of course what she didn't know was that the
special solution would dissolve in about twelve hours. She seemed... I
dunno, maybe horrified?
"I want to show you something, Patricia."
"What? Patricia?"
"That is your new name."
"No my name is Harry."
"Patricia, you can call yourself whatever you want, I will call you
Patricia, as sill anyone else you meet while you are here. Come along."
We went to a large room. One might swear that it was an empty warehouse,
except that it was white and sterile like a hospital. But the place was
huge. In the middle of the room was a glass container. It had some
rubber-coated holes in various places. It was roughly four feet by four
feet by seven feet. Each top corner had a spotlight on the inside
pointing to the center floor. And the room itself had about ten cameras
set up focused on the glass cube.
She looked at me, "What does that have to do with me?"
I smiled, "Come along, you'll see."
We went into a side door, and I let her sit down. "Patricia, what do you
know about he 2-way glass?"
"Not much."
I held up a little piece of glass for her amusement. I looked through it,
"look normal enough right?"
"Yeah..." she said.
I opened a door to a dark room, and held the glass in front of my face
and slowly stepped back into the dark room. She looked and saw that as I
was slowly engulfed by the darkness the glass slowly turned into a
mirror.
"So...?" she asked.
"Well I guess if you haven't put it all together yet, you'll just have to
wait for the surprise."
"What surprise?" she asked.
"Come along, Patricia." She followed noticeably agitated.
We were in a dressing room that had a television. I put it on, and
pressed play on the VCR. It was Harry from a few days earlier all dressed
up, on her knees begging me to turn her into some sort of slut. She
begged fro all kinds of things that made Harry blush. When it was over
she yelled that it wasn't true.
"Of course its true." I walked over to a CD player. Her breathing picked
up. She was starting to sweat. "Does this make you nervous?" It was
obvious that my post hypnotic suggestion regarding the CD player was
having a noticeable affect on her ability to stay calm.
She was scared. I pressed the play button and dance music came on. She
seemed to be dizzy. I reached into my purse and pulled out a blue collar.
I stepped up to Patricia and wrapped it around her neck, as soon as the
collar clicked, s he froze. About five to ten seconds later she lifted
her head and smiled. "Mistress Dyvia!"
"Hello Patricia."
"Goddess, I am soo horny." She reached down to grab her cock.
"No. No. No. Patricia, not tonight, that is not for you to touch." She
pouted. I smiled. She smiled. It was funny, but you probably would have
had to be there. Well you've got plenty of clothes hun, get dressed,
leave the room, take a left and enter the door at the end of the hall.
We'll talk more about your night then."
Well you know me, by the time Patricia was already, I had a group of guys
waiting in a room next to the big white room with the glass box.
When she entered the room, she looked fantastic. She was in all blue. So
much blue in fact that I almost renamed this story, "Mistress Dyvia's The
Blue Girl." But I didn't. She had on this tight Lycra blue dress. Later
when she bent over she had this shimmery blue thong on, and these blue
stockings and garter set. It was hot. It really was. She had on these
six-inch heels with a one-inch platform, and big surprise; they were blue
too. She had blue eye shadow and shiny blue one-inch nails. Oh Gosh, I'm
getting so hot just thinking about it. And the best part was she had this
shimmery metallic blue lipstick. And her pink tongue just looked so yummy
tracing a line across her upper lip. And swinging at her side was a blue
purse, which I can only assume, had all her makeup in case she thought I
was taking her out. Lastly she had a black wig on that had blonde
highlights, but she had turned them to blue highlights. Mmmmmm.
"Hi Mistress Dyvia..." she started, "I'm all made up, how do I look?"
"Oh Patricia, you look hot, you look stunning, you look so yummy, that I
want to gobble you up right now."
"Oh Mistress Dyvia!" She beamed with a smile. "I'm ready right now."
"I laughed a bit, "No not yet, Patricia." I paused, slowly curled a
deviously deviant Dyvia smile, and continued, "You have lots of cocks in
the next room that desperately hope you are will be nice enough milk all
the yummy cummies from them."
"Mistress Dyvia! I would love to fuck, suck or hug as many cocks as you
would like me to."
"Well here's the deal Patricia, you see that glass box there?"
"Yeah, it looks more like a booth to me than a box, Mistress, but yes I
see it."
"Well once you get in there, I'm going to turn the lights out in the
room, it'll be pitch black, but I'm going to turn the lights on in the
box. It'll be like there are mirrors all around you and above you. We'll
be able to see in, but you won't see out. You're going to start dancing
for all the horny men. When they get hard enough you'll start seeing
their rock hard yummy cocks poking through the holes in the glass. The
first one you see, I want your lips wrapped around. You'll use your hands
to keep each cock hard, but they will only let them cum in your mouth or
ass. Do you understand Patricia?"
"Yes Mistress, I understand, and I will eagerly obey."
"Good girl Patricia," I took her purse, "you won't need that." I took out
her lipstick, I liked the color, and I wasn't wearing any. I put on the
same metallic blue and then handed the lipstick back to her. "Reapply
after every cock you suck dry."
She took the tube from me, "Of course Mistress." I opened the box for
her, and she stepped in, "Thank You Mistress."
You are so very Welcome, Patricia."
The lights went out, her lights went on, and anywhere she looked you
could tell she was checking herself out in the mirror. I opened the door
with all the men. They formed a circle around her. I pressed the record
button on a remote for all the camera's I'm sure Harry would love
watching this later. Then I pressed the play button on the sound system,
and Patricia went wild.
The men loved it, the cute shemale whore dancing in the glass box waiting
for them to stick their cocks in. The men cheered her on. I don't know
what was getting her more hot, how turned on she was looking at herself,
or how excited she was to have her lips wrapped around that first cock of
the evening. Regardless, her dress started tenting just a bit and the men
started whistling.
The first man that ventured up to the glass box, slid is dick inside the
rubber-coated hole. She instantly stopped dancing and dropped to her
knees and deep-throated his cock in one motion. The man screamed out,
"holy shit! That's a fucken' Hoover! Goddamn that girl could suck a
fucken' baseball out of a fucken' garden hose!"
Some other men approached and stuck their cocks in, but she never let go
of the first guy, she sucked while bobbin her head up and down over and
over. She reached and tried to satisfy the men with her hands. It was hot
too. She was watching herself in the mirror too. A lot of girls like to
watch their men's faces, and enjoy what they're doing to them, some close
their eyes and have fun, but Patricia was looking herself in the eye, and
watching the cock sliding between her lips. She was thoroughly engrossed
in watching herself suck cock.
When the man finally came, Patricia swallowed every drop. The man
stumbled back, he looked so spent, and I thought that he was going to
pass out. But she refreshed her lipstick and moved onto the cock in her
right hand. Once again she gave herself that look. Watching her self take
so much meat into her throat. Eventually she coaxed that man's cum out of
his balls and he cried like a baby as she suckled every last drop from
the man's nearly withered corpse (I like hyperbole, lol).
She staggered back for a moment and a man grabbed her ass from behind. He
had reached through a hole and pulled her back, she lifted up the back of
her dress for him, and his cock moved her shiny blue thong to the side,
and entered her. She grabbed onto two holes for leverage, and bent over,
and watched herself in the mirror. She screamed, in either; twisted
torment, or electric passion at every one of the man's thrusts. The
cheers from all the other men continued to grow louder. And as before she
was transfixed and entranced by her own image. Her eyes would stare at
her bouncing tits at every thrust, or watch her own "Oh" mouth from every
passion filled cry.
And so the night continued like this for nearly three hours as she sucked
or fucked nearly thirty-five loud and eager men. When she was all done,
and no more of the manly yells were to be heard, she heard my voice.
"Patricia look up," and from a hole in the top of the box, came a dildo
with a strap. "Open wide." And she did, the dildo entered her mouth and
she wrapped the strap around her head and locked it in place with a pad
lock. There was a small chain, so I pulled it, and her head was moved in
such a way that she had to look up. She was pulled forward.
She made some muffled words, but only felt as her own shemale cock was
pulled through the hole into the black void. She squirmed as her own cock
was sucked. She twitched and every time she thought she was about to cum,
she felt pressure on her cock in ?that place' and her orgasm stopped. For
nearly an hour she was kept on the brink. She twitched moaned, and cried.
I watched as tears freely flowed down her face. She watched herself being
sucked off by an own known sucked. She saw some cum from all the men she
sucked in her hair a little on her face. Some on her dress, from what
might have dribbled from her chin, and some on her dress by her ass, and
some that ran down her legs from all the men that came in her ass. It
turned her on seeing all this, and having someone suck her off and not
let her cum was driving her crazy. And finally, this mystery blower let
her cum. And she came, and she heard coughs as she just imagined, and
imagined correctly that she released so much cum that the person who
sucked her off was unable to keep it all in her mouth.
The chain was released and though her dildo was still padlocked inside
her mouth, she was free to look. And she looked at her shrinking cock and
saw a metallic blue ring around her cock. The lights in her glass box
went out, and the lights to the room went on. And there was just Patricia
in her box and me outside. My lipstick was smeared and faded a bit. And
there was a wet spot on my own dress. I opened the glass box for her, and
she hugged me.
"Did you have Patricia?"
"mmmrph mm-rmm mrmmiiimmmaa." Which I'm pretty sure was "Yes Mistress
Dyvia."
Oh no hun, I'm sorry I gotta go. I'm so glad that we did have the chance
to get together so I could tell you this story. Well until next time!
Kisses!!!
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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