How Are You Not Being Neglected Chapter 9 The total four chapters
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Depra/ived: Chapter 1 (D) free porn video
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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, write it down... ten times. If you are
truly brave, take a picture of the page, and email it to me. I know
Kittie will. Will the rest of you?
Rule #2: if you have lipstick, wear it. Whenever Lilah and Steve
kiss, press those lips together... make it feel like you are being
kissed. You are mine until you take it off. (if you do not have any,
take a permanent marker and draw a pair of lips on the back of your
hand. Wait for it to dry, and use those lips to kiss instead... no
tongue, lol)
Rule#3: There is discussion of pet vs. slave. Which do you prefer?
Let me know when you write me back! In fact, be a good sub, and sign
the paper in rule#1 with the appropriate subname.
Rule #4: Write back to me, or if you don't know what to write just
simply answer the questions at the end. Remember; feedback is what
keeps writers excited to write!
Enjoy.
She has a dark imagination. She is wicked. She enjoys the game, the
torment... She is Depraved.
He has surrendered his orgasm, soon his sight, hearing, touch, taste,
smell, and so much more: he is deprived. They are...
Depra/ived
By: Mistress Dyvia
Night-R +9 hours.
I woke up, and I was still dressed as 'Mistress Dominique.' I
stretched and realized I needed to get out of this outfit. In fact, I
wondered how the hell I slept so well with clothes that were this skin
tight... Though I wasn't complaining. I stretched and stood up and
went looking for Steve.
I found him in the living room playing video games. "Good morning,
hun." I leaned over and kissed him on the head.
He paused the game for a moment, I guess that means he wasn't playing
an online game... "Come back here..."
I giggled as I did. "Yes?" He pulled me down for a good morning kiss
on the lips... One of the hotter ones I've had.
"Just wanted a proper greeting after last night. I see you are still
wearing that outfit." He paused looking at me in a way that he was
trying to remember every inch of me, I loved that gaze. "Should I
still call you Mistress Dominique?"
I giggled. "I suppose you should when you see me wearing it, but not
this morning, I'm just going to have a glass of juice real quick, and
take a shower... Besides, if this thing is as icky as I think it will
be when I'm out of it, it will be a day or two before you can even
dream of Mistress Dominique trying to steal you away from me."
He looked at his game for a moment in contemplation, should he finish
the level and then talk, or get to it now. He put the controller down
and got up stepping closer to me. "So where do we go from here?"
I took a glass out of the cabinet and placed it on the counter. "Well,
that's up to you, did you enjoy last night?"
"I did," he said with a bit of enthusiasm. "Well, I had trouble
sleeping after you fell asleep, I woke up a few times, my dick was a
bit sore, it kept getting hard in the middle of the night, and this
thing didn't give it much room to breathe," he said as he tapped the
chastity device.
I laughed, "Oh no... poor pet..." with just a little teasing sarcasm.
"Seriously, where's the key?" he said with a forced straight face.
"Oh, it's on you until Sunday," I said with a bit of amusement, but an
air that should be clear I was not joking.
"I have to work today," he said with gritted teeth.
I shrugged as I finished my juice. "Wear your clothes over it, just
sit when you pee. Trust me, no one will notice."
He looked at me with an incredulous look. "Darling, I love you, but
where is the key?"
I looked to the stairs. "In the nightstand, next to the bed." He
started to walk to the stairs. "But... I said 'No,' and unless you are
saying your safeword, it is staying right there..." I echoed the words
I spoke moments ago, "Until Sunday..."
He turned to face me. "But the game was just for last night."
"The roleplay was just for last night... and I'm not the abusive bitch
that would tell you once you say your safeword we're never going to
play again. Seriously, whether you speak it or not, I'm totally
planning on tying you up on Saturday... Unless you don't want to...
But if you want to go forward, there is a huge rabbit hole here... And
I will make my demands. This is the first of them."
He looked at the floor, his eyes moving back and forth in thought.
"How do I wash it with this thing blocking access?"
My eye brow tweaked as a half wicked smile crossed my face. "You ask
Mistress nicely."
His shoulders slumped and he let out a groan. "Fine." His teeth
gritted hard. "'Til Sunday."
I put my empty glass in the sink, filled it with water and walked back
to him. "Thank you." I kissed him on the cheek... then the lips, and
then hugged him with as much of a squeeze as I could given his body was
so much larger than my own.
His body shuddered a second later. "Oww."
I stepped back. "Are you alright?"
"You... touching me like that, is making me hard."
I laughed and poured a glass of water. "Try this, take a sip, count to
five... Repeat until you feel better..." Two counts to five later, he
was fine and I was on my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I had
work too.
Not much of a surprise that working all day was not as easy as I had
hoped. My mind was very much distracted thinking of all the positions
I could have put him in, the positions I would eventually put him in.
I had to take frequent breaks to get my mind out of the gutter, and
prevent myself from ruining a perfectly fine pair of panties.
It was my turn to make dinner, and I did. It was sitting on the table
when he walked in, he leaned over and kissed me, then asked how my day
was. I told him about it, he laughed saying he had similar trouble and
kept a bottle of water close to him all day using my previous advice...
And apparently all that water that he drank made him have to frequent
the restrooms where he was forced to use the stalls.
Dinner was over and he cleaned the pots and dishes. I went up to the
bedroom, and was playing with the computer. He stepped inside a little
while later, I looked up into the mirror and saw the look on his face
was a little disappointed, I think he had hoped to find me waiting for
him in lingerie... or dominatrix? Actually, can I say dominatrix as an
outfit without saying 'outfit?' I'd have to think about that...
However, back to him, I wasn't dressed to be sexy, I was in sweats and
playing on my laptop.
"What'cha doing, Lilah?" he asked.
"It's a secret, but I'll tell you in a couple hours, why don't you go
downstairs and play some video games, I'll let you know when I'm
done..." I trailed off. "Or done for the night."
He chuckled knowing exactly what I meant, sometimes your creative
energy was gone before your mental or physical energy was. But the
truth was I was making his first audio file... audiophile, maybe? I
was sure he'd love it. I had thought about some of the other hypno
files that were available, some of the things I knew I wanted to
accomplish and recorded a few lines. I was playing with some audio
software and was making small adjustments essentially turning a five
minute recording into a twenty minute 'mind control' file. It probably
wasn't really going to brainwash him, but I was hoping for the
conditioning effect.
The verbal trigger I was setting to put him into 'sub-space' was
actually a merging of sound effects with my voice and trigger word.
That way I would need an actual audio file to trigger him and even if I
mentioned the trigger word, it shouldn't do it completely, at least
that's what I hoped.
Not a surprise, there was a lot of repetition. An expectation of him
to repeat each command, though I didn't specify whether he should
verbally or just in his head, this was supposed to be for fun, not to
fuck with his head. Pavlov and his dogs... if he didn't enjoy this, I
wanted it to be easy to get back to normal.
To my own utter amazement I actually finished it by adding a subtle
binaural sound effect to the background. I made a few more
arrangements, setting up a nice comfy chair in front of the bedroom
television. I was capable of making a video, but that would take many
more hours than what I had if I was going to start tonight., but with
my cellphone I was able to put up a spiral on the television. Then
turned it off, set up a tray behind the chair with my laptop, and a set
of headphones.
I made my way downstairs and saw him playing some fantasy remake
game... I sat down in the chair to his left and crossed my legs and
sat there in silence. His eyes kept darting to me as if he were
waiting for me to say something. I never did. I wanted his undivided
attention. "Am I in trouble?" he said as he shifted his whole body
suddenly. Clearly not because of me, but because of his reaction to
something in the game. I giggled, but aside from that sat there without
a motion, clearly making him feel more than a little uncomfortable,
until he was done with the fight and able to get to a place where he
could save the game.
"What's up, Babe?"
I tilted my shoulder as if to shrug in an overly exaggerated way. "Not
much, but how do you feel about embracing the whole mind control
thing?"
He snorted, "Mind control thing?" an eyebrow slowly raising, as he was
studying my eyes carefully. "Do you mean in a real way? What did you
have in mind?"
My lips curled up into a smile. "Well nothing super invasive, like I
said, more like a bell. I made a recording, that's what I was doing
upstairs for the last couple hours. I doubt it would actually put you
under, at least not right now-slash-tonight." Yes, I said 'slash.'
"But I want you to listen to it, and I want you to pretend to obey. I
want to create a subspace for you between us."
He nodded his head. "That sounds really intense... sort of?"
I agreed with my own nod. "'Sort of' might be the best description.
It won't break you or anything like that. Like I said, I doubt it
would actually put you in any trance, but if you open your mind to the
possibility, and actively choose to let the file work on you, even if
you have to force yourself to pretend, I think when we play this
weekend, you'll feel a huge difference in your submission to me... What
do you say?"
He laughed. "As if I would have said anything other than 'Yes,' You
know I live for this stuff." He paused and winced, grabbed a bottle of
water and swigged counting to five, I laughed as I realized what was
happening.
"Well, on the bright side, this chastity training might have its own
advantages as well. Teach you to hold Princess Fun Stick in check when
we don't need her standing up too quickly."
He stopped drinking. "Did you just seriously call my dick 'Princess
Fun Stick?'"
"Yup."
He put the bottle of water down. "No need for that then, shrinks down
pretty quick with that name."
"Really?"
"Really," he confirmed.
I started bouncing up and down in my seat as if I were having sex. "Oh
baby! I'm almost there.. Ohhh, I'm gonna cum.. More.. deeper.. Don't
stop.. Please.. I just need.. Princess Fun Stick to shoot her load
deep inside me!"
He stood there staring at me. "Yeah, nothin'."
I scowled. "Okay, fine. Still want to do the mental conditioning?"
He eagerly bounced his head up and down. "you know I do."
"Done with your game?" I asked.
"Yep," he said as he looked at the game, pressed a couple buttons on
his controller and the system shut off. He turned off the TV, and then
added, "Mistress Lilah, I am all yours."
I turned to face him, and put one finger to his lips. "I made my
decision, when we are in play mode, I am Mistress Delilah, no
nicknames... and when we are roleplaying, or if I'm in costume, then I
will be Mistress Dominique. But we are not in play or role play just
yet. I'll explain in a minute." I turned and started walking up the
stairs.
I heard him follow me, and the words, "Alright," came out of his mouth
as if he were deliberately trying not to call me 'Mistress.' I found
that deliberation very much 'sexy.'
We stopped just before the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom. I
reached for a tube of lipstick. "Pucker up."
"This again?" he asked.
I nodded my head. "You've read my kink, this is one of my kinks,
collars are secondary to me, I like lipstick, and I don't care if you
are a boy or a girl, it's my claim on you. It's also important to the
conditioning I made. I am going to try to deepen your sub-space. There
are a couple triggers, but they are enhanced by the lipstick as a
claim, the lipstick is your bell. And once on, it signifies we are in
play..."
"So once you put it on me, You are no longer Lilah, but 'Mistress
Delilah?" he confirmed.
I smirked. "Or once you put it on, if you're feeling frisky and horny
in the middle of the afternoon and put it on, I'll take that as a non-
verbal 'Hun I'm horny, are you?"
"Okay, put it on me, Lilah." And I did, he smiled confidently. "Thank
you, Mistress Delilah." clearly accepting the transition of roles.
"You are very welcome, Pet." I paused for a second, "Do you prefer
'pet' or 'slave?'"
He thought, "'Pet' when you are being affectionate, 'slave' when you
are teasing and tormenting me."
I knew there was a reason I liked him as a sub. "Very good answer." I
pulled his head down to me and kissed his lips lightly. "I love you,
Pet."
"I love you too, Mistress Delilah." I took his hand and walked him
into the bedroom. I turned on the television and there was a spiral
already spinning, "The Christmas present you got me last year let me
stream that from my phone to the television."
"LIke Netflix, cuz you don't want to buy a smart TV?" he said playfully
with a wink.
"Yes..." I confirmed. But my eyes narrowed as if he forgot something.
The expression on his face told me he realized what it was.
"...Mistress Delilah."
"Better, Pet," I said as I patted the seat in front of the television.
"Sit back,and get comfy."
"What should I expect?" he asked.
"Just a few words to get you relaxed, a binaural sound effect. a couple
triggers, and some instructions that should sound like I'm trying to
hypnotise you. But I don't think it's good enough just yet. But
regardless of whether or not it works, your job... is to make sure I'm
always wondering whether or not it is."
He seemed eager to try it. "Have you ever seen or heard the 'bambi
sleep' audio files?"
He shook his head in a way that was more of a 'I don't think so,' than
a definitive 'no.'
"Well, I have listened to a lot of stuff looking for ideas over the
years, and one thing I really liked about that, was the bambi trigger,
wasn't just a phrase, but also had some sound effects, so it's not like
it would be easily triggered by accident. And when I did mine, I went
for a similar effect."
"Sounds intriguing, so how are we doing this?" he asked.
"Every night at this time you will listen to the file while staring
into the spiral. And when you wear the lipstick and hear the trigger,
you will comply with every part of what you hear. Got it?"
He nodded his head and sat down where I had patted a while before. I
waited for him to get comfy, but he seemed very self-conscious about
what 'comfy' actually was. But finally picked his position. I reached
for the headphones, and pulled them over his head, and then gave him
one more kiss. "Love you."
"Love you too." His peck back was careful and delicate, showing an
oddly feminine peck as if he were being careful with that lipstick. He
was already learning.
I stood up and pressed the 'play' button on my laptop and the file
started playing.
The End of Chapter 1...
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As always, I'm curious what your thoughts were, but I do have a very
specific question I would like to have answered by as many people who
have opinions on this as I can get: Did you prefer the way I split
this chapter into five parts (prologue plus four?) or would you have
preferred it all in one big 13,000 word story chunk?
Also to note, this is one of four stories I will be replacing 'Mistaken
Identity' as a continuing story with. The last chapter comes out on
Patreon during the last weekend of June 2020, and the last public
chapter will be one month later. In july I will let my readers vote on
which one of the four will replace it: RBF. Chick with the Demonic
Dick, Depra/ived, or Revenge of the Bimbofied Mistress (prequel
'Mistress Broken' will be released publicly in July)
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