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Word from the Author: Hello, and welcome to the dark silhouettes and
imagery that is a piece of my mind. Although perhaps this tale isn't
quite as dark as the ones you usually hear from me, I hope you enjoy.
Usually I post some rules, not this time, but the next one, will
probably have something good in that regard..
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mistress Dyvia's Gifts Under the Tree.
I had decided not to have children many years ago. Quite frankly, this
was one of the few things I lamented about that decision, waking up
early or staying up late to sneak all those wonderful gifts out of the
closet or basement and rush them to the tree and organize them. Delight
in whatever snack was left out and go back to bed to get not-enough
sleep before being woken up.
However, I decided to indulge part of this, by waking up early, and
arranging some extra presents under the tree for my boyfriend. They
were wrapped in black with red ribbons around them, this was intentional
since I wanted them as a bonus after the rest of the gifts. This was a
bit odd for me, I am a notorious night-owl, and have almost zero use for
early-morning. So once the gifts were arranged, I went to the bathroom,
did my makeup, and made a quick adjustment to my outfit, and put my robe
back on and sat in front of the television watching Netflix.
This was our first Christmas as a couple, and we had even talked about
moving in, I had a key to his door already, but other thoughts were on
my mind this morning. Today could make that decision final, not that it
would be made today... It was over an hour after I had woken up early
myself when he finally realized that i was not in bed with him. I heard
him thump out of bed and make his way to the bathroom. A moment later
he came down the stairs and walked into the living room and I got to see
the look on his eyes as they were unsure of what to take in.
Yes, there were more gifts under the tree than he normally was used to
seeing in the past few days. But then under the tree, he was really
staring at his girlfriend, naked, lying on top of her pink robe with but
a single red bow around her waist. Yeah, that was me. I licked my red
lips, and said as seductively as i could, "don't even dream of trying to
open another present any time soon."
A smile on his face, he came over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips,
picked me up, and brought me back to bed... We had sex. We had good
sex. We had vanilla sex. We had passionate sex. But I won't waste
those details on you right now, that's not why you came here, was it?
Okay fine, there was a blow job, he may or may not have reciprocated,
but he totally did. Threw me on my back, fucked until I practically
begged him to finish me off, then he had me on my hands and knees until
the screaming finale... Can I get back to the rest now?
So an hour and a half later we descended the stairs once more. He was
just wearing his pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I left my robe beneath
the tree, so I came down with the blanket from the bed around me to keep
me warm. Though admittedly there was a part of me that wondered why I
didn't do this more often, fuck I was warm as hell, and given the time
of year, there was nothing bad about that at all. As we sat down on the
couch closest to the tree, I asked, "What time are we expected at your
family's place?"
He smiled. "Between twelve and one."
"Good," I started, "that gives us a little more time to play when we are
done."
He chuckled. "It may be a bit soon."
"No it isn't," I insisted.
"Fine," He said with no argument, but a tone that insisted he wasn't
fully sure he would be ready even if he did try. "Where do we want to
start?"
"Give me something," I said with a child-like grin.
A moment later, I was tearing open a small box. A pair of earrings. He
got a kiss on the cheek and thanks.
Then I slid off the couch and picked one for him. A game for his video
game system. "Wow, I hadn't expected that."
I smiled. "Told you we would Smash later."
He gave a delightful smile. "Not the words you used, butI stand
corrected."
And so we continued like this for over twenty minutes accumulating fun
things that we both often enjoyed. Clearly he had picked up on a few of
my clues that I had dropped for him, and clearly he hadn't expected me
to notice what he was looking for.
Finally there was the giant pink elephant in the room. My black
packages. All but three of them had red ribbons around them, the other
three were green. "So why wait for the end for those ones?"
I giggled. "Those ones are all about sex."
His eyebrows went sky high as if he had never had a girlfriend buy sex
toys. "What?" he asked as the first one landed on his lap. He looked
at me as I nodded and he opened it to a pair of handcuffs. "What?
Really? I never knew you had a kinky side."
"Lots of things you don't know about me just yet." I giggled.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to tie you up and have my way with
you tonight."
"Uh-uh," I grunted as I shook my head 'no.' Then dropping down to my
hands and knees and crawling over to him and kissing his lower lip and
nibbling a bit on it as I moved to his ear with a low whisper, "I'm
going to tie you up and ride your cock until-" I cut myself off and
look down at his penis. "Well... to quote River, 'Spoilers...'"
Making a Doctor Who quote.
I slid him a bigger package this time, he opened it up nervously. It
was a pair of black high heels. And they definitely were too big for
me. "What is this?" he asked almost offended.
I sighed. "I hoped if I had you horny enough, you wouldn't be too mad.
But truthfully, I may have accidentally-intentionally broke your trust."
"What?" he asked sitting up.
"Well you always say I can use your computer, but I noticed every time I
have, you erase your internet history..." I trailed off. "But you
never do it to your router..." He started turning a bit pale. "At
first I looked at your non-history trying to figure out some great
Christmas gifts by looking at some of the things you had been looking
at. But then there was nothing... So then I think my 'asshole
boyfriend' is cheating on me, and hacked your router thanks to a little
help from Google. If I saw one dating site since we started dating, I
would have left you, but no. I saw what you've been hiding: Locked in
Lace."
He started breathing a bit heavier now, I wasn't sure from the
embarrassment or fear... "Look, It's not what you think."
I laughed. "It is. But, by these presents, you should know I'm not
trying to break up with you or judge you unfairly."
He tried not to look back at me, but he was clearly embarrassed or
ashamed, maybe a little of both. "I was just..." He struggled to find
the words.
"You were just being 'Lucy'."
His mouth hung open.
"I admit, I couldn't figure out who you were by your router's history,
but then you took a shower, and I opened up your cell phone and it's
browser, I know, it was a bit of a violation of your trust, and I hope
you'll forgive me, but I just had to know if I had played with you
before."
His look showed no anger, still embarrassment until he started noticing
out the words I had used. "...played with me before?" a look on his
face of insecurity and confusion.
"Oh yes, I've been there before, Lucy..."
"You have?" a voice ringing with curiosity.
"Oh yes..." I leaned over him again giving him a teasing kiss. "You
don't mind of I call you 'Lucy,' do you?"
He shook her head. "No... I guess not."
"Good. Then then until we need to get ready to go out, you can call me
by my name from that site as well."
"What's that?"
I kiss him.. Her again... Playing with his lip, and trailing soft
kisses along the side of his face until I reach his ear and whisper,
"Mistress..." letting my trail off, so many mistresses there, let him
sweat, "Dyvia."
An audible gasp. "Dyvia?"
I nuzzle him. "I think you forgot something, pet."
A couple sharp breaths came from him, "Mistress Dyvia."
"That's my good pet."
'She' was still leaning back against the chair,, and I was half crawled
over her, and I reached down to feel her cock getting hard again,
"Lucy... I don't think you were telling the truth when you said you
didn't think you'd be up for playing again before we left for the day.
Were you incorrect?"
She took a few tight gasps and nodded.
I squeezed her cock hard. "Say it."
"Yes I was wrong..." Her eyes realized she wasn't fully in the game
yet, "uhh.. MIstress Dyvia..." I smirked but she corrected herself
again. "Yes, MIstress Dyvia, I was wrong."
"Good, Now let's open the rest of your christmas gifts."
A smile finally truly forming on her face. "Yes, Mistress Dyvia."
Several minutes later she was surrounded by a plethora of new opened
gifts, mostly fetish styled outfits, a cheerleader outfit, maid's
uniform, a secretary costume, even a fetish latex slave outfit. A
couple pallets of cosmetics, an assortment of lipsticks, a few sex toys,
breast forms, bras, stockings, various undies, and finally it came to
the last gift, a small package, she opened it. It was a necklace, white
gold with a cursive writing that said in small letters, 'Lucy.' She
smiled at it.
I leaned in close to her. "After today this is my promise to you,
that's your code for me. We are who we are when you don't wear it, but
if you put that on, I am Mistress D, and you are my Pet Lucy." She
started playing with the clasp, and I took it from her as if to help
her. "Last week you came home, I was cooking dinner for you, you
reached under my skirt and I told you to stop unless you were ready to
follow through, you bent me over the table and followed through... Well
when you are not wearing this, I still expect you to treat me like that
here and there... And when you do wear this necklace, make no mistake,
I will do that kind of thing to you..." I look down at one of the
Christmas presents he had opened, "And with that, you know I can." I
smile tenderly as I held the Necklace open, "You with me?"
Definitely 'him' looking at me. "I am hun."
I smirked as I put the necklace on. "You are?"
'She' looked back. "I am, Mistress."
"Last three, they are for me, but you should open them." The first one
was a black latex catsuit with matching high heels, the second was a
riding crop, and the third was a red wig, a red with such intensity no
person could ever naturally grow such a color...
I finally got off my knees and extended my hand to help her to her feet.
Technically, she still needed to help me as she was much larger than
myself. But the gesture was there.
I pointed to a bra, the breast forms, the cheerleader outfit, a blond
wig and a makeup kit. "Go upstairs and put those on... And come back."
She was gone for over twenty minutes. When she came back, she had large
breasts hiding her midriff, her tummy was exposed and she had a short
pleated skirt. Her makeup was done miserably and the only thing that
looked good was the hot pink lipstick. She came to a sudden stop seeing
me in my new outfit, black latex hugging my every curve, pushing my
breasts up and giving me unnatural cleavage, the red-red hair, my own
makeup touched up, and the riding drop in my hand.
I looked at her. "Oh goddess, not another bimbo..."
First, she swallowed hard, then some feminism seemed to cross her
expression. She looked at me with confusion. "Just because I'm blond
doesn't make me a bimbo."
I smirked. "Well, if you can tell me what two plus two is, I will
apologize."
A look of amusement on her face as she realized what I was doing.
"Three. So..." She stuck out her tongue at me.
"Close enough," I said as I approached her, "I hear cheerleaders are
easy."
She shook her head. "Not that easy."
I giggled which probably didn't look or sound right coming from the
intimidating domme I was dressed to be. I walked around her like I was
sizing up a piece of meat, stopping behind her and lifting her skirt to
see her pink panties. I reached my finger into them, and then slowly
traced my finger along them until my hand was in front of her still
under her skirt. I reached in further until I got a hold of her cock.
"Not easy?"
"Maybe a little."
"Maybe a lot."
She chuckled. "I'm a wanton slut."
"That's what I thought," I said as I temporarily released her cock, and
pushed her forward until her face was against the far wall... My hand
found its way back into her undies again and I started kneading her cock
trying to get it hard with one hand, the other playing with her breasts
while I kissed the back of her neck. Once she was fully hard, I kissed
a small trail up to her ear, and nibbled on it for a moment while she
breathed deeply and I could smell her sex... actually I could smell us
both... but I leaned in and whispered, "Merry Christmas, Lucy."
Feeling me stroke her cock, and fondling her breasts, she did her best
to turn around to look me in the eye, not very well, but she did try.
"Merry Christmas, Mistress."
Well this is a holiday story so I don't think you need to hear about the
sex. But yes, we had it. Okay fine, One of us may have given a blow
job, but it wasn't me who gave it. Yes there were toys used on her as
if the previous sentence wasn't a good hint at that. We were both
depraved and I finished her off over an hour later by riding her like a
cowgirl. Technically we finished each other of that way.
And we did in fact make it to 'his' family's home in time... And we
left a little early, I wanted to see an old friend before it got too
late. Of course the sun had not even set, and I saw my old friend Lucy
wearing such a silly maid's outfit... That was coming off.
The End.
Thank you my lovelies, Merry Christmas or whichever holiday you may or
may not celebrate. I love you all.
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