Mistaken Identity
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Mistaken Identity: Scott's Chapter 1 free porn video
Yay! third Sunday of the month is here! And with it, Daphne's version of
Chapter 2 on Patreon, as well as Scott's version of Chapter 1 on
Fictionmania (and MistressDyvia.com)! I've been anxious to get these both
out for weeks now. Lol. I currently plan to release publicly one version of
each chapter, a month after the release of the second version on Patreon...
so everyone gets the whole story, but those of you in my patreon get both
versions of each chapter, meaning not only do you get the whole story, you
get the complete story, I submitted Scott's Chapter 1 to Fictionmania
tonight, and you will notice at the end of the chapter, there is a choice to
make, you need to let me know if you want to read Chapter 2 from Scott's or
Daphne's point of view. So hopefully I will see you girls next month!
Big Kiss!
Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as
such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to
view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage,
feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't
read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of
your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity
to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.
Rules for the subs:
As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules... and these are the
rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from them.
These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..
Rule #1 You belong to me until you thank me for your next orgasm. Say it,
"Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my next orgasm."
Rule #2 I mark my subs. I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick and unblotted
so you feel me every time you press your lips together. if unavailable, get
a black marker and write my name on your cock, or just over your pussy.
Rule #3 I over use ellipses... ...really... ...I do... But I enjoy this. So
whenever you see one, give your cock or clit a gentle slap, nothing painful,
but one that will bring you a burst of arousal. And remember I did this to
you, not you. ;)
Rule #4 email me at the end. Let me know what you thought of the story, your
expectations for things to come... and how much you wish to be either Scott
or Daphne.
Rule #5 When you are done reading the story and writing Mistress, it is time
to cum... Just chant, "I am Mistress Dyvia's thrall!" over and over again
until the orgasm sweeps over you, and be sure to verbally thank your
Mistress, even if I'm not there.
Enjoy.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mistaken Identity
Scott's Chapter 1
Scott sat in the bar, coincidentally 'Scott's Bar and Grill;' no relation to
himself. He had been planning tonight for weeks. He knew there was a busty
blond woman who would arrive shortly... Just like she did every Saturday
night roughly at ten o'clock. She would walk in, look the room over to see
who noticed her, pick her target, walk over, sit with them for about five
minutes or less, chat, and walk them over to the hallway leading to the
restrooms, be gone for a few minutes...
Alright, so at this point you probably think Scott is either a stalker since
he doesn't think of her by name, or possibly is waiting for a cheating
girlfriend or spouse or one of a friend, 'the busty blond', and you're
waiting for the author (that's me) to wait for the 'busty blond' to come in
and then name her revealing her to be exactly what she is....
Well you wouldn't exactly be right in either case, you need some background
first. Scott's grandfather has been a hunter of the supernatural,
specifically vampires, since his father trained him. It has been a family
business since the early fifteenth century. Things went awry with Scott's
father, who decided that he would rather be a lawyer. Scott of course knew
about vampires since he was a young boy and his grandfather had told him and
his sisters stories of his adventures. But Scott was never truly welcomed
into the family business for two reasons, the first is that his father had
made his grandfather promise not to push Scott into it. And as Scott reached
his teen years, his grandfather felt that Scott just wasn't taking the
threat of vampirism seriously.
Of course if Scott had taken the warnings of the threat of vampirism
seriously, how vicious they were when threatened, and the fact that most
wouldn't let him leave here alive or with the knowledge, then this whole
situation could have been avoided.
Several weeks ago, Scott was out with his friends. He noticed the busty
blond taking a man into a back room. They came out with her glowing like
someone had just proposed to her, and he looked more than a bit dazed.
Granted, she could have been an 'an amazing fuck,' but not enough evidence
for that by itself. But that night they were bar hopping. Another bar, he
looked up and saw the same woman with another man. Maybe he should mention
it to his grandfather. They hit five bars that night, and big surprise, he
saw her again, and she did the same thing. Now he was intrigued, and now he
was pretty darn certain.
Vampire.
Well maybe she was a slut, but probably a vampire. Maybe both?
As the weeks went by, when he and his friends went out, he would look for
her, and often he would see her, she had a way about her, it was quick. Walk
in, some man would get her a drink, she whispers into his ear, they would
find themselves going to a back hallway towards a bathroom or maintenance
closet and come back a few minutes later. It was always the same, she looked
glowing, and he looked drained, and she would leave.
Over the weeks he got a good idea of what her pattern was, she hit the same
places every night, not necessarily the same places every night. But Scott
had figured out at least part of her pattern. Every Monday she would be at
two specific night clubs. Every night she had a different set of places to
go, well he had not seen which places she went. But it seemed to fit a
pattern.. Scott didn't know the majority of them, but had figured out a few
of them, at least one every night of the week. Saturday, always brought her
back to Scott's Bar and Grill around 10PM. Yeah, stalkerish... But not
quite.
Scott's grandfather's warnings were well-founded as it turned out. Scott
never passed it along to his grandfather, but instead got caught up in the
vampire mythos. This woman was not killing anyone, so vampires weren't
necessarily evil. In fact she seemed to go out of her way not to kill anyone
as every single person she fed from, they were a little weaker, and
apparently happy. He was convinced she had mesmerized them into thinking
she fucked them while she was really drinking their blood. Mind control at
its best. The ideas of eternal youth ringing in his mind, never getting old,
or learning what it was like to wake up with stiff joints, threats of heart
disease, arthritis or Alzheimer's was appealing. Living night to night for
the sake of a fun laugh; even better.
This was potentially very wrong. He knew he should not want such a thing,
but life was starting to fail, he wondered if he had surpassed his peak, but
he was still young enough to enjoy everything, but it wouldn't be very long
before it was all gone, achy joints, and all that shit that his older
cousins bitched about...
He was not a vampire expert like his grandfather was, but he knew a few
things. Physically they were stronger and faster than any human could wish
to be. They did not age. Easily manipulate a mortal's mind just by looking
them in the eye. Killing was tough, fire would kill them, just like it would
if he as human, a silver or gold stake to the heart would as well,
decapitation, he was sure a few other extreme methods would work, but that
was pretty much it, and sunlight was forever an enemy, though he had no real
idea to what extent, would his hand vaporize in the sunlight? Would it set
him on fire? Things he would clearly have to learn. Yeah, pretty much with
the exception of a sunlight, everything was in the plus column... Though
that was the limit of his physical benefits, there would be one major issue,
he would never see his family again... And if his grandfather found out, he
would most likely be hunted by his own grandfather... That was a sobering
thought.
Still, Scott had an obsession, and had made a decision, he wanted to be a
vampire. Risk his life and proposition the woman. As far as he could tell,
she had not killed anyone that he was aware of, so the trick would not to
make her feel threatened... Well if she was as strong as her grandfather
suggested vampires were, she would feel no threat from him, but her
lifestyle might, which might be just as much of a threat.
It was a Saturday, he sat in the kitchen with his mother. This might be the
last time he ever saw her, he tried to make it seem normal, he did not want
her to see the emotion of loss in his body language. They had a short lunch
and an odd thought happened upon him... He watched his mother reapplying
lipstick after eating, and he wondered about the vampire... If a female
vampire had been born hundreds of years earlier when makeup was not much of
a thing... Or at all... Did they have trouble learning how to do it? It was
a foolish thought, but if that woman agreed to make him a vampire. What
things might he have to learn in the centuries to come? What about when
humans went into space? Would he be safer there? Or would it be more
dangerous? If he had a cottage on Pluto, and the sun seemed like one really
big star, could he go out at day or night? Or what if he was on a planet
with a different color sun? Well, that might take some time to find out
those answers.
But now we have come full circle, The night came and he made his way back to
the first place he saw her at, 'Scott's Bar and Grill' of course. He sipped
on a coke, while nibbling at a quesadilla. Not the best one he had ever had,
it was seasoned chicken with american spices, his favorite ones always had
the flavor of sazon on them, but that really was not important... Unless
these chicken quesadillas were the last real food he would ever have...
Fuck, did he just fuck up his last meal? He was just swallowing the last
triangle when she walked in.
She looked around for a moment, he tried to put on his most confident look,
and for the first time, he openly stared at her, not a glance from the
corner of his eye. She made eye contact with him, but just barely, and
continued to look around. Scott's heart almost broke, he had avoided eye
contact in the past, afraid he would bring to much attention to himself. But
he was still confident that he looked good enough to at least grab her
attention, he was definitely more attractive than most of the guys she saw
him with. His heart thumped painfully in rejection, but he was not ready to
give up just yet.
She looked back at him, turned, and started to walk towards him. Now his
heart jumped again, but this time victoriously. His mind reeled, there was
no way it would be that easy.
"May I join you?" she asked with a very sultry and seductive voice that
almost resonated in his mind. Even if he did not want her to sit with him,
he thought he would be unable to say 'no.' to her.
He blinked, both trying to get those negative thoughts out of his head and
still a bit surprised, though he certainly should not have been, he saw her
do similar things with others, she was very confident, "Please do." He
gestured to the seat in front of him.
She smiled, "Thanks," and ignoring the seat he gestured towards, she instead
sat down in the same booth seat with him, she crossed her legs and he felt
her foot on his calf.
His eyes widened 'Danger! Danger! Danger!' and felt his penis twitch. He
wanted to jump right into his planned words for her, but her proximity and
sexiness were undermining the blood flow to his brain. "My name is Scott."
She almost seemed surprised, "Daphne." she put her hand on his forearm, "And
it is nice to meet you." His attraction to her skyrocketed. His desire to
fuck her was overcoming his need to be turned by her.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus. But realizing he must be
rude for not responding immediately, "Sorry, you are just distractingly
beautiful. It is very nice to meet you." He smiled nervously, and his brain
started to function again, "I'm going to be honest, I've seen you in here
before."
She stiffened for a moment, and then continued, "I do like this place." Her
gaze broke from his for a moment and she took it all in, as if admiring the
atmosphere and decor.
He nodded his head, "It is nice, but honestly.. I see what you do here."
hoping that this was not his last moment on Earth, he predicted that she
would play innocent.
She looked around as if debating on an exit strategy if she didn't like the
way the conversation was going. "Do you? I'm very friendly." and she scooted
in feeling more of her body on his.
Oh he wanted to fuck her so bad, but he needed focus. "I'm sure you are." he
said almost flirtatiously, "But why? And I think the answer is obvious for
those that know about supernaturals in the area. This is one of your feeding
grounds."
She pulled her hand away, and looked like she was about to run, "'Feeding
grounds?'" she shook her head in disgust or anger, "I think you are a bit
crazy." She said starting to slide away from him.
"I'm not stupid enough to try anything with your kind." He said watching her
pause, "In truth, I'm more intrigued." Again watching a curious expression
on her face, but at the same time visualizing her with those long sexy
fangs, "If you are willing, I'd like you to consider changing me, make me
like you..."
To be continued.
So if you choose to write to me, there is an important decision you need to
make: Do I release Chapter 2 from Scott's point of view? Or Daphne's?
Whoever gets the most votes by November 15, 2019, gets the public release!
Kiss! With that, let me know what you think, 'likes' may be feel good.
Comments and emails make me feel excited! So.. leave a comment or connect me
with me in the following:
Email: [email protected]
Twitter: @Dyvia16
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=23024772
LIL: https://lockedinlace.com/members/mistressdyvia/
So I have written the first four chapters of this so far. Chapter 5 is still
being written. Depending how popular this is by the end of December
(feedback and such), I could make this 10 or 15 chapters (and yes, that
means all chapters written twice from both Scott's and Daphne's POV...
though only one of each will b e released publicly) It would mean a new five
part arc in the story between chapters four and five... and again that is if
popular enough... I have an outline for another five-chapter arc after the
current chapter 5.
Kisses to all! Love You!
Mistress D
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