Mistress Dyvia Scratchin an Itch
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Disclaimer: this is my story, hence it is my intellectual property, do
not post elsewhere without my permission. This story is for adults, and
should be treated as such, at the moment it should only be available at
the ooc section of lockedinlace.com, fictionmania.tv, bdsmlibrary.com,
and mistressdyvia.com, Certainly, no one should be charging money for
this but me.
A Quick intro and greeting:
Hello to all my pets, fans, and anyone else who is new. I love writing,
and sometimes I do too much for my own good. I've spent too much time in
recent years roleplaying on lockedinlace.com and of course my own
surrendertopink.com... But of course, the writing bug comes in such a
way, that just posting a few posts about your story lacks fun. You need
to write a bigger story, and at the same time a smaller one.
A friend made me watch an episode of x-files the other day, and when
Mulder was trapped in the train car with an NSA agent, the agent got a
phone call, and said it was for Mulder... Also I like the show
'Dollhouse' and I remember there was an episode where they used phones to
screw with people's heads, and that's where the inspiration for this
story came. Each website this story has been submitted to, has a
different ending. I hope you enjoy.
For those submissives in my audience, I have special rules for you.
Rule #1. If you decide to read this story. I own you, and I will own
you until I release you,read the final rule to understand how to be
released, and make you Mistress happy at the same time.
Rule #2. I require you to wear a symbolic color when I own you. For
this story, it is the color red. I prefer lipstick, but if you have
none, anything that is red will do. Bonus points if you wear red
socks... Mistress is from Boston.
Rule #3. While reading this story, at least one hand will always be in
your pants keeping yourself properly stimulated for your mistress, that's
me. Unless you are naked of course, then the 'pants' part doesn't apply.
You may not cum, unless I give you permission. Keep reading.
Rule #4. Mistress is a feedback whore. When you are done reading, you
will right a review for the website this story is posted on, or you will
send her an email. If you choose email, you will tell Mistress what
website you read the story from, your opinion of the story was... and if
you were in the protagonist's shoes, what would you have done after the
line 'But tomorrow would begin her training.'
Rule#5. If you sent the email, you may orgasm, and assume I have
released you from your 'contract' to me with a smile. If not, you may
not cum until tomorrow, and when you cum then, consider your mistress
quite annoyed with you and proverbially kicking you out the door.
Now after all that, the story begins.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mistress Dyvia's Connections
David was racing at full speed across the airport. His status with the
government allowed him to stop others from pursuing him. He was catching
up to the plane that was going to take off. They had secrets, and
secrets both his government and the public needed to know.
He approached quickly to the landing gear and jumped. His legs were in
danger of being ripped off by the wheels as they spun. But soon the
wheels were going up as the plane lifted off. There wasn't much space,
and he knew he only had minutes til the altitude froze him like a
popsicle... assuming the air didn't escape his lungs as the oxygen
content of the air dissipated... He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a micro torch, and over the course of about ninety seconds made a
hole. He slipped though and found himself in the cargo hold.
He quickly took his bearings, and withdrew his gun. He knew the model of
the plane. He ran down a narrow corridor to the plane's 'vault.' it was
custom, but he knew this was the only place he would find what he needed.
He reached into his pocket again, and withdrew a card that he acquired
from the driver of the car he used to board the plane. He swiped the
card, and the vault opened. Obviously the driver was more than just a
driver for this kind of access. He entered, the vault was empty. But
there was a lone computer terminal, and it was open. He didn't expect a
computer, but he sat down anyway. He started flipping through the files,
and found the lack of security suspicious. It was too easy.
Those were the files... he used a screw driver and opened the computer
and removed the hard drive. He made for the exit of the vault, and then
he was cut off. Ten men with high powered rifles, stood in front of him.
He put his hands up.
A woman approached him slowly. "David Muldoon I presume?"
He nodded his head.
"We were expecting you."
"I thought as much, a bit hard to get on board, but a little too easy
once I got here."
She grabbed his wrist, and started to turn him around to cuff him when he
moved quickly, she stumbled but he grabbed her hair. Pulled her back
close for a hostage and pulled back into the vault and locked them both
inside.
He had to think and she knew it, he pulled a gun from his ankle on her.
"Sit down, don't move." and she complied, though she didn't look very
scared nor intimidated. A phone rang, he looked at her, it was coming
from her pocket. "Answer it.
"Okay." She slowly reached into her pocket, and removed a cell phone,
pressed it to her ear and said. "Briggs speaking... yes... of
course... Very well." She looked at him. "It's for you."
Smart enough to know he could be disarmed if he got to close. "On the
table."
She placed it on the table. "Very well." and then she stepped back to a
wall, and slid down until she was sitting.
He reached over and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
**eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee**
A high pitch screech in his ear. He felt him self drop the gun and start
to fall to his knees... then nothing. The phone was being held to his
head by someone else and then it was removed.. everything was off...
He was pinned, he could move, but he seemed to be locked down. His
vision was blurred, and his body was numb.
But he realized that he was on his hands and knees, and that his head was
forced to look up in front of him. Some sort of harness preventing him
from speaking. His vision would not focus as someone approached, a
woman, especially given the sound of high heels. She reached down to
put something on his face... glasses? His vision was immediately clear.
She smiled. "And now you are mine. I'll make it simple for you, you can
struggle later when feeling return, within 20 minutes or so... for now,
simple yes-no since you're gagged. One blink for yes, two for no. I'll
start, I'll tell you what's going on, your circumstances, and we'll
proceed from there, is that acceptable?"
One blink.
"Good. My name is Mistress Dyvia. And as I'm sure you can tell by the
situation you are in, I like bondage." Yup, it was me. So I continued.
"These inter-agency feuds were becoming troublesome, and quite frankly
you were to much of an idealist. I run a business, that has some
practical applications, but much of the world at large would consider it
'illegal' at best more likely 'inhumane.' But I've collected favors from
people in authority, and serve my country with what I have, and I got a
call a few weeks ago to do you as a favor. With me so far?"
One blink.
"You catch on quick. So We set up an elaborate ruse to bring you out.
And it worked. And it also gave me the chance to test out some new
equipment. We had two cell phones, fully capable of recording and
transmitting brainwave activity from the human mind. Eventually we hope
to be able to apply this to any phone... but for now we needed special
ones. But essentially, we switched the consciousness of one person for
another." I looked over my shoulder. "Mirror."
A person walked in and dropped a mirror in front of him. He wasn't a
he, he was a she. The look of shock was amplified by the glasses as they
made her eyes look slightly larger. "You may have had perfect vision,
but Elise did not."
He-- She studied herself. In the mirror. Her body was numb, which is
why she never noticed the changes, her was chained to some sort of frame.
The mirror was adjusted so she could see more of herself. She was locked
on her hands and knees. Her hands, knees, and waist were locked to the
frame, so even when she could feel again, she would be trapped in that
position. There was a tool of some sort in her ass, and the chain
moved from that, to the the back side of the restraints that held the gag
in her mouth. After a few minutes, and a nod of my head, the mirror was
removed. So Elise was heavily briefed on your life, and as a loyal girl,
she agreed to take your place.
That way your agency has a mole inside, while the agency I was hired by
will have one less idealist in their way. And you will be trained in the
ways of pleasure. I may use you for missions, I may use you as a
whore... but you belong to me now.
I didn't wait for her to blink once or twice, I simply removed her
glasses and left her to think about her situation and feel her new body
as the numbness wore off...
I watched the surveillance video a few times. It really was interesting.
Her movements became more acute, though it looked more like sloppy wings
flapping given her arm movements. I can only imagine the first
sensations she had of her naked breasts dangling beneath her body. The
realization that her mouth was not only full, but that the gag was shaped
like a penis. Or the fullness in her ass because of the hook and
tether... regardless, I'm sure the overwhelming emotion was
helplessness.
I returned to her about an hour after our first meeting. "Well Elise, I
think its time for you to get to know your new surroundings." I nodded
my head to a guard, the first thing that was done was the tether from her
ass to her head was unlatched. Then he took her left arm, and unbound it
from her restraints, and twisted her arm behind her back, then did the
same with her right arm, and then tied her arms together so that her
hands were touching the opposite arm's elbow. Her waist was released,
and she was fitted with a tight corset, this would help her with her
posture, but also force her to concentrate on her breathing, she wouldn't
be able to fight. Her feet were fitted with a pair of ballet style high
heel boots so that her feet would be pointed down, and of course they
were locked with padlocks so they would not be coming off soon. Given
'his' experience with high heels, this would require much focus. Her
knees were then released, and she was helped up to her feet. I stepped
forward, knowing her vision was blurry, I took a pair of nipple clamps
and attached one to each nipple, and they were bound together by a chain.
And within moments I attached a leash to that chain.
"I intend to go slowly tonight, since those shoes are very new to you."
And I did, I tugged the leash and led her out of the room. She took slow
and short steps and her ankles wobbled with each step. The boots were
reinforced, and were stiff, so I didn't have to worry about her spraining
her ankle or worse. We walked down the hallway, and I could hear her
sobbing. She wasn't used to the emotion her body forced on her. Though
given 'his' training, she would get a better control of that in the days
to come than the typical subject. We reached an elevator, and I spoke.
"Guest accommodations 3G."
A computerized voice responded, "I'm sorry that floor does not-"
"Mistess Dyvia Zeta protocol-nine-five execute."
"Thank You Mistress Dyvia. Guest Accomodations 3G."
The elevator started moving down quickly. When the elevator stopped, I
turned around and put glasses on her, I stepped out and lead her down
the hallway again slowly. As we walked she had a view of the other
girls. Everyone of them dressed in latex, leather or were dressed in
something that seemed no less than 'ultra femme' though the leather and
latexes dominated the appearance. Each girl that saw me, immediately
dropped to her knees and bowed her head until I walked past.
We stopped at a door, her new room. I opened the door, and let her in
first. It was hardly spectacular. A memory foam mattress on the floor.
A giant mirror on one wall obviously used as an observation window, I'm
sure she immediately knew there was a camera and an observation room on
the other side.
"Most girls get a Bed, and and a few other accommodations, but you have
the potential to be dangerous with many things. So until you earn a
little trust, you may have to live a little more spartan than the rest.
"So just in case you were internally trying to prepare yourself, i'll be
honest with you, I don't want any of your secrets. The person who took
over your body could provide me them anytime I requested. Your
importance is gone, the only thing you need to concern yourself with, is
being a good pet." I smiled at her. "I don't expect you to comply at
first, but if you do, you will be rewarded."
I whistled and a woman entered holding pink fabric. She placed it on the
mattress and left. "your first reward, just for communicating properly
early with your blinking. You won't have to sleep naked tonight."
I whistled again, and another entered holding a dress. It was of course
pink. She hung the straps off of a protrusion from the door.
"Apparently we overlooked one thing you could have used against us, but
we'll just have to keep an eye on that before we open the door next time.
Anyway... When I come for you in the morning, and you are wearing this,
then I will allow you to wear that for the day, if you do not, you will
be fitted and secured in a uniform more befitting the other girls on this
floor."
She looked at me with some pretty angry eyes. I loved it.
"And finally." I said as I reached into my cleavage and removed a tube of
lipstick, and placed it on the ledge of the mirror. "If I come to you in
the morning, and see you wearing this of your own will, then we'll see
about getting you some easier foot wear."
I walked over to her and released her nipple clamps, I could see she was
debating on trying to kick me or not, but didn't have the confidence to
try and stand on one of those boots with her arms behind her back and her
sense of balance completely off in her new body... I threw the leash and
the clamps outside into the hallway. "I expect you to resist at first,
most do, but I encourage you not to. Justify it however you want. You
want to do it to gain my trust. Do it because you want to reduce your
handicaps when you try to escape. But don't let your old 'male pride'
convince you to hold yourself back."
She was struggling, she knew I was right, its better to go along with me,
at least for now, but she hated the idea of accommodating me in any way
whatsoever.
"Turn around," She did, after a moment of hesitation. I mostly undid
her wrists, but I wasn't going to make it too easy. I stepped out of the
room, and I and in about ten seconds the ropes were free and her hands
were at her sides.
I watched her for a little bit in the observation room. She poked
herself with unsure hands. She tried futilely to take off her boots..
The room's ambient temperature was dropped, and she had to put on the
pajamas, the look of disgust was absolutely amusing.
But tomorrow would begin her training.
(canon story ends, FM bonus material begins here)
5 years later...
I was at Senator Greenlief's estate. He was having one of those
fundraisers. I wasn't really interested, politically I didn't really
like him, but his politics are what keep me in business. Though rumors
have told me, he's beginning to be more of an idealist than we had
thought him capable of being a decade earlier when he would do anything
for money. But I guess that's what going through a cancer can do.. you
know traumatic event canceling out previously built psychological
profile... meh... The possibility of switching hi mind had occurred to
me, but someone of such high importance in a government agency would be
tricky without at the minimum, support from those higher than him. And
when you get to senators and congressman, its rare to find people 'higher
up.'
"Dyvia!"
I turned my head. "Cameron!" I said with a smile, as I kissed the
senator on the cheek. "How have you been?"
"Wonderful, have you met my new wife?"
My mouth dropped. "You? Got married?"
He nodded. "I can't believe you hadn't heard." He looked over his
shoulder. "sweetie, come here."
A cute little blonde with a wide smile came over. "Elise, this is Dyvia
Etymon." We shook hands and gave a small smooch on each others' cheek.
"Elise, Dyvia is very knowledgeable about a many large amount of things."
A guard interrupted him. "Excuse me, I have a phone call in the study I
must take."
As soon as he was gone Elise put a memory card in my purse. "Those are
the pictures of him dressed as a woman on several different occasions.
You were right, getting a man to dress like that was very easy."
I smiled at her. "Men always think with their dicks, and they always
want to show how manly they are, even if it means dressing like a woman
to get their lovers to have multiple orgasms." She giggles. "Anything
else?"
"yes come with me, I have a wonderful CD, you'd love." she declared
slightly louder. We walked into a large room. She took a Cd off the
shelf, and handed it to me. Immediately I knew it wasn't the classical
cd that the jacket showed, but was months of recorded telephone
conversations.
I smiled "You've done well Elise."
She nodded her head and whispered. "I shall always serve you Mistress."
I smiled as I put the CD in my purse. "I know."
The End.
Stevie
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