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Mistaken Identity: Daphne's Chapter 2 free porn video
Yay! third sunday of the month is here! And with it, Daphne's version of
Chapter 3 on Patreon, as well as Daphne's version of Chapter 2 publicly
based on the votes (1) that I got for it. Yup, only one of you voted for
Daphne, and none for Scott, lol. That's fine, Chapter 2 brings the
excitement, and you have a chance to vote on which version of chapter 3
you want in December!
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.
If you have not read Part one, you may want to now:
FM:
https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=1571622130424658487
MD: https://www.mistressdyvia.com/mistakenidentitych1
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 elipses... ...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
Daphne's Chapter 2
She took him back to her home. He looked around her place seemingly
impressed, it made her smile a bit with pride in her own taste. But this
had to be a serious moment as well, she had to know what was at stake.
"Last chance for you to back out."
He had already made up his mind clearly, there was no hesitation. "No,
this is what I wanted."
Nodding her head, she sniffed the air. "I know this will sound weird, but
I can smell your balls even with your clothes on." She knew it sounded
weird, she said it would, and yet an odd smile formed on her lips, almost
sardonic, also somewhat sarcastic and borderline playful. "And I know you
did as I told you to do." She could smell the build up of sex fluids in
him, he had not had any release in over a week. He simply agreed with a
single word, but she wasn't asking, she literally did smell it, her sense
of smell was far greater than any mortal, and when it came to sex things,
she was even better... After all, seduction was important to feeding, and
a person's scent told so much about them, how long they had gone without
release, attraction, emotions, and so much more she could use to her
advantage if she needed an edge.
She took his hand and walked toward the bedroom. She opened the door and
with a gesture of her hand, invited him in, awkwardly double checking that
the room was clean, or at least not dirty. She had expected him, so she
cleaned up earlier, but there's always the paranoia that one may have
forgotten something important.
She put her arms around his neck, close enough for her to touch her elbows
with both arms, but she didn't, her hands entwined far behind his head.
And she kissed him gently at first and then progressively each touch of
her lips became a bit more aggressive. Her tongue probed the inside of his
mouth. And then the probing was a teasing and practically calling for his
tongue and they simply stood there in the middle of her bedroom making out
as if teenagers on a first date.
Finally, she broke the kiss in order to unbutton his shirt one button at a
time. She was feeling heated, she was not going to wait, and his
reactions, his scent told her he would be fine with that. Once unbuttoned,
she wormed her hands into his shirt and pressed her two hands flat against
his chest, her middle fingers playing with his nipples for a moment. They
hardened under her touch, and the irony of this occurred to her, most men
never really reacted the same way to playing with nipples as women did,
but it was still an instinct for her. Probably empathy, she knew she liked
it, so she wanted to do it for others... A moment later, after the ironic
thought lingered a moment too long, she moved her hands up slowly towards
his shoulders and continued over them and then down his arms as his shirt
dropped to the floor. So much more than just scent now, she could feel his
arousal in both body heat and the way his muscles trembled ever so
slightly at her touch, she could smell his penis, and then, almost
surprisingly he cut the thought off with an offered, "Should I do the same
for you?"
There was a funny thought to her as she curled a smile, most of the time
she had fed, her clothes stayed on, when she fed, she was usually quick,
using the ole 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am,' technique, and his
consideration was a change of pace. She considered her answer, and a
playful smile crossed her red lips. "That's up to you. Do you prefer a
strip tease? Or unwrapping presents?"
He smiled, obviously both ideas held appeal to him, but his next actions
wordlessly told her that the idea of unwrapping his present was his
preference. She did not wear anything with buttons. But he moved his hands
down her back, and felt for the fabric at the bottom of her sweater, and
he started to slowly pull up as she kindly lifted her arms for him. He
'politely' rolled her sweater up into a ball, and gently tossed it on to
her chair, though she was unable to help but think he seemed like he was
doing the right way, though if he were truly being polite, he would have
folded it. However, in a moment of passion, 'polite' was hardly ever
expected or necessary.
Next he did something with his fingers, and the clasps of her bra fell
away quicker than if she had done it herself, clearly not his first time
with a woman, not that she had even considered that before. She arched her
shoulders forward and let the bra fall forward, but before he could do
anything, like bend over and reach for it, she simply kicked it in the
general direction of the chair. Moving down to her waist, he wrapped his
fingers into the waistband and pulled down to her ankles, and with a word,
she stepped out of her shoes.
She knelt down in front of him, and started to play with his belt. She
took longer than she needed 'accidentally' rubbing her wrists and ankles
across the front of his pants knowing exactly the emotional and physical
response she would elicit from him. As she finally tugged the pants down
with his underwear, she saw his semi-erect penis do a bounce which made
her smile. She reached his ankles and told him to 'step' and he did as he
was told. Now, they were both naked.
She took his hands and he helped her back up to her feet. Something
playful crossed her face as a deviantly amused smile forced its way up,
then she pushed him back to the bed. With a gleam in her eyes, and a
silent acknowledgment from him, he crawled backwards until she signaled
him to stop... and then slowly and for dramatic effect, she too, crawled
onto the bed, moving slowly along his legs, and stopping when her head was
above his crotch, she looked down and seductively licked her lips making
eye contact only half way through, as if she didn't mean to be caught, but
wanted to be seen that way... Then she continued crawling over him. and
slowly crawled atop him with one hand holding her up, and one taking his
jaw in her hand and kissed him again. She intentionally gyrated her hips
in an attempt to make him aroused even more. When she felt him poking at
her exposed sex, she broke the kiss and gave small kisses down his face,
and neck... kissing and suckling her way down his chest, and tummy, to his
hardened cock.
She took it firmly in her hand and licked up the back of his shaft slowly
with an intention to make it feel wonderful, but agonizing to him in her
slowness. She repeated this three times before sealing her lips tightly
across his head and slowly moving her way down. She watched the ecstasy on
his face. She often enjoyed oral, it was in her nature, but this moment
was far more intimate for her, and with that, her eyes were drawn to his
reactions. The way he had in many ways surrendered himself to her, and her
ability to pleasure him. But there was a time for this, and she started
sucking, feeling her cheeks pull in around her cheeks, the suction, and
pressure of her tongue forming a tight seal around his cock, and she moved
her head up and down faster and faster...
It was quick, as she had planned, and she heard him speak. "Wait, I can't
hold it anymore." If he knew what to look for, he would see a smile
forming on her face even though she never let the suction fade.
She did not stop, nor did she slow down. She gave him a look that should
have told him that she knew that before he did. And in seconds, she felt
the first burst into her mouth. But different than anything she had felt
from a man before... though it was oddly intentional... One continuous
spray of his sexual fluids, she swallowed it... all of it... deeply. And
as the orgasm was finishing, she took more from him. His masculine
essence, what she needed for him to be changed.
She had been warned never to drain a man like this. Drain too much, he
would be broken forever if he survived, most likely he would not... and he
would die within minutes of being stripped of his masculinity... But
somehow she knew this was necessary. She was sucking his very strong
masculine essence from him. She broke her concentration for just a minute
to see his body looking truly androgynous. She continued, there was no
turning back at this point. He was drained of his energy, drained of his
masculinity...
But there he was, looking more like a woman than a man, she was going to
change him, Maria had said when the time was right she would know what had
to be done... And then she felt it, something in her vagina... Her fingers
when down, and she felt something odd, something moving out of her. She
reached down and gripped it, she was growing a penis? Yes. And it started
to curve forward.
She looked at Scott. His feminine-like frame still writing in pleasure,
and there was an instinct in her she had never felt before. She pressed
her own 'neo-penis' to his and it retreated from hers, more, pulling
inside his body as she pressed forward into his body. This was a pleasure
she had never experienced before a need to penetrate, a need to cum inside
another...
As her penis kept moving forward towards his, it kept retreating... When
it could shrink back no further, it changed, becoming a slit for her...
Scott was feminine looking man with a vagina... This was odd... But her
need to did not change. And Daphne held her new cock firmly and pressed it
to Scott's vagina, and pushed inside. This was so incredibly new to
Daphne, she had always craved to be penetrated, never had she felt the
need to be in another. She vaguely remembered Maria fucking her, but she
had always been a woman back then, it was odd, but she thought it was just
a delusion of her sexual fever... But it was real. And now she was doing
it to Scott. And it was so different but no less full of sexual bliss. She
needed to fuck Scott.
She started pumping in and out faster and harder. She heard Scott below
her, moaning in ecstasy in his (her?) own feverish state, and somehow an
aggression in Daphne that she had never experienced pushed into her head,
she had to fuck Scott hard. And she knew every point of sexual bliss on
both the male and female body, she would make Scott come so hard that she
wouldn't even be able to think about walking for a week... Probably the
most masculine thought process she had ever experienced during sex.
And then the orgasm... So strange to her, it was almost unrecognizable.
She was used to an orgasm starting at her core and working its way out...
But now there was a need right at the base of her cock. The uncontrollable
tensing of muscles was her only objective understanding of what was about
to happen. She came inside Scott, much like when she forced his orgasm,
there were no streams, just one continuous stream of her seed. And she was
aware of something coming from Scott as well, he was squirting his own
orgasm which made her own intensify. And then it was over... a new form of
a sexual high lingered, the seed was now planted, and would and must grow
inside Scott... In just another hour or two, he would be like her. She
came down from her own new orgasm, and looked down to see her 'neo-penis'
was gone. Likely never to be seen again, unless she started feeling the
need to 'procreate' again. "Weird." The only word to escape her as she
looked at the unconscious form below her.
With a loud smash, she heard the bedroom door as it was kicked in. There
were two men, the one in front was a man she guessed to be in his sixties
or seventies, who was the aggressor, charging her and pinning her to a
wall and he pierced her chest with a silver stake. Her eyes went wide as
blood splashed all over her face and chest from the wound.
The younger man she guessed him to be about twenty years younger, looked
around and saw only the feminine form of Scott then exclaimed. "He's not
here."
Daphne managed to find a breath. "What are you doing?" She looked at her
chest knowing such an injury couldn't kill her. But something about silver
starting to dawn on her own consciousness, he was trying to kill her, but
that was most definitely not her weakness.
The older man was waiting for something and then gasped, recognizing her
immortality, but not for what he thought it was. "You're not a vampire?"
his voice unsteady.
"Why would you think that?" she asked incredulously looking down at her
bleeding chest.
"My grandson... he sent me a goodbye email, saying he found a vampire to
change him, I tracked his cellphone to here. I know he's here, where is
he?"
Her eyes went wide, as she tried to take her eyes off the silver stake and
look at the old man in the eyes. "Scott?" she asked waiting for the
recognition in the old man's eyes, and when she got it. "He thought I was
a vampire?"
"Where is he?!" the old man yelled again, and she turned her head and
looked at the woman on the bed.
The older man looked and understanding started washing over his face as
well. And then profound sorrow, maybe for what he did to her, most
assuredly that they both knew what awaited Scott when he woke up, but
reluctantly the old man just stated as he pulled the stake out of her
chest slowly. "I didn't know you could do that..."
"I wasn't sure at first, but deep down..."
The younger man. "What's going on? Where is Scott?"
The older man looked up. "Come outside, give them some space, I'll
explain."
Daphne could hear them speaking in her living room, would have been nice
if they asked to stay, but a little late for that now. Scott would have
dreams, fever dreams, she remembered her own so many decades earlier.
Err.. centuries... when did decades turn into centuries?
When she was sure that Scott was alright, she went out to talk to the two
men. Men she would now understand was Scott's father and grandfather. She
did not tell them much, but explained to them that he was transforming.
She was vague, both by habit and intention as she answered questions. She
did not like talking about her kind to mortals, but she was trying to be
empathetic...
It was about three hours later, when Scott finally seemed to be recovering
from the change, by this point, she had put him under the blankets and
kept him company, her body was still covered in dried blood, and she still
heard the heartbeats of the men in her living room. She hadn't washed, but
she had spoken to the men waiting a couple of times. Scott would wake up
any minute.
At last his eyes started to flutter open. Scott's hair was now long and
blonde, and she looked at Daphne, seeing all the blood, but not being
horrified by it, and then "Did it-" His voice cut off by a look of shock
on his... well 'her' face, she was definitely a 'her' now.
A look of panic grew in her expression, looking into the blanket she saw
her large breasts. Her new delicate hands moving between her now-feminine
legs. "What-"
Daphne cut him off. "Shh..." she calmingly started. "Everything is okay,
it will take a little time to get used to the changes..."
She saw the anxiety on Scott's face. "But I'm a-"
Sensing the word 'woman' about to escape his lips, she cut him off again.
"-Succubus."
Scott blinked a couple times. "Wait... what?"
"Succubus."
"But I thought you were a-"
She started to wonder if finishing off his sentences was going to be a
thing now. "Vampire?" She shook her head 'no' and then, "I am a succubus."
"Like the kind of supernatural that feeds off men?"
"Sort of... More like the kind of supernatural that feed off men
sexually," she acknowledged.
Then a look of anger. "You knew!" Scott accused. "You knew what I thought
you were, and did this to me?"
Daphne shook her head, trying not to get angry at the accusation. "Nope,
thought you knew exactly what I was. You described my life so perfectly in
that bar. Go from place to place, find a mark, take him out back, feed,
and move on... Some nights, that quite literally is my life."
"Then how did you know I thought you were a vampire?"
She gave him a sharper, less kind look. "Because you wrote an email to
your grandfather..." She gestured to the blood all over her chest. "Your
grandfather and father showed up."
Shame filled his eyes, embarrassment, humiliation and so many other
emotions. "They know?"
"Yup, and I expect by this time tomorrow, your mother and sisters will as
well. At least based on the conversations they've been having." Mocking
his father's voice. "'How do I tell my wife? My daughters?'" she said
looking at him, And then mocking Scott's grandfather. "With your mouth.
They'll handle it better than Scott will.'" And then she looked at the
door. "They are here, waiting for you to wake up."
She could tell by the expression on his face, that for the first time that
Scott was hearing someone's heartbeat. But Scott simply said. "I can't
face them like this."
"Yeah... you can, and you will." It was a tone of voice that hovered on a
line between being soothing and encouraging, while also being harsh and
brutal. "You just have to remember that part about me being able to
command you to do anything... Well, I can give you five minutes to put
your mind together, put on a robe and go out there and acknowledge them,
or I can command you to put on some of the sluttiest lingerie in my closet
and make you offer them both a lap dance. Your choice." She understood
that this was a terrifying choice, but he needed to do this. She couldn't
have his grandfather coming in with more stakes. So with that she
synchronized her smartwatch and her phone for a five minute timer, She
handed Scott the watch and walked out to meet meet Scott's grandfather and
father waiting to see what Scott would do...
To be continued.
For those of you who have Twitter, I have a poll that I just started
running through Next Sunday (November 24, 2019), to decide Scott's new
feminine name. :) So feel encouraged to contribute!
So if you choose to write to me, there is an important decision you need
to make: Do I release Chapter 3 from Scott's point of view? Or Daphne's?
Whoever gets the most votes, 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 be 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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