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and green eye shadow for the holiday theme this year. If you don't, you
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Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mrs. Claus and The Femdom Contingence
By Mistress Dyvia
"I do." famous words spoken over the summer to my new husband
Christopher, Though I usually called him 'Topher.' We had a bit of a
whirlwind romance, he was recovering from his recent divorce, and
something about him, made me melt. And a mere three weeks later, we said
our vows in Vegas.
Then came the awkward conversation right after Thanksgiving meal at my
parents home, he started with a simple, "We need to talk." as you can
imagine, my first thought was, 'Oh fuck.' He either cheated on me, his
old wife wanted back in, or he wanted a divorce.
I asked if we could get back home first, as if it was really serious, I
didn't want to be distracted while driving, and he agreed. We sat in the
living room, and he dropped the bomb, "I'm Santa Claus."
My eyebrow raised, as I was looking at him for some sign of humor, and I
laughed hard and long. He wasn't old, he wasn't super-jolly and he
certainly wasn't fat. I laughed, and when he didn't show any sign of
humor, I looked at him. "Wait, like you're serious?"
He nodded his head.
"My husband is a mall santa?" I laughed again.
He then stood up and went to the jacket closet and removed a small black
box, he opened it and pulled out a red cloth, more like a cape and when
he put it on, he seemed to age before my eyes, his facial hair grew and
turned white, and he plumped up.
I was in shock. He took it off and was back to normal. I had to ask,
"Why are you telling me this now?"
He shrugged. "For the majority of next month I'm going to need some time
away from you, I'm going to need Christmas Eve off and a bit of Christmas
morning. And I need you to understand why."
The conversation was long, but I had a ton of logistical questions. How
the fuck did he hit billions of homes in a single night? Apparently his
sleigh had a magic ball on it, so that as soon as he touched it, he and
this reindeer were transformed into dark matter tachyon beings.
Apparently tachyons have light speed as a minimum speed, and the dark
matter form prevents them from doing damage to the air and causing crazy
storms and weather conditions which would be a problem for non-dark-
matter matter when they moved at 100 million times the speed of light. I
don't get that super science BS, but that was his explanation.
How did he fit all those toys into his sleigh? Well apparently he had an
energy to matter converter, and he had these tiny glowing cubes that
could transform into anything. When he arrived in a home he would place
it near the gift recipient and it would transform them into something
they wanted. And if they didn't know about the cubes, opening them would
implant memories into them and those around them, so a mother might
remember purchasing a doll for her daughter, even though she never did.
But the memories did not affect 1 in 782 people, hence the reason the
myth of Santa has persisted.
Okay. I could handle this.
Topher was well-off but not exactly rich, how did that happen?
Apparently investments, he had pens, and later computers and tablets that
always predicted the best investments to make. He didn't abuse it, but
made it so he could hire his elves seasonally for a wage that would allow
them to enjoy the rest of the year, and the same for himself.
Essentially they made 24 times minimum wage for one months work, he
justified it as double minimum wage for one months work should keep them
afloat for the other eleven months of the year. The elves basically
worked on machines to create and store the energy needed for the energy-
to matter machine in the back of his sleigh.
So i asked about the 'cubes.' and he smiled and pulled another small box
out of his pocket, there were three glowing cubes slightly smaller than
dice. He pulled one out, and held it in his hand as it stretched, and
reshaped. And then offered it to me.
It was a tube of lipstick. I opened it, and the color was amazing, I had
to see it on my lips. I went to the mirror and a moment later I was
loving the look, in fact the only thing that would make it better, was if
I had them wrapped around Topher's hard cock. I went back to him, and
that's exactly what I did, I didn't even notice he was still in his Santa
form. But he got so hard so quickly, I felt my pussy burning, and
dripping with need, and in seconds he was cumming in my throat... But I
just couldn't stop, I needed more, and kept sucking and less than a
minute, he came again... and again ... and again... I must have been
doing that for over an hour, because there was a point when he had cum so
much, that I just didn't have enough room to swallow anymore... and the
last orgasm just dribbled out of my mouth and ran down my chin and onto
my chest.
He let out a "Ho ho ho!" and that finally snapped me out of the cock lust
I had been in. and when I asked him for an explanation, he asked me to
clean up and he would tell me. So I cleaned up his cum off my face,
washed off the lipstick and replaced my top, and went back to him and he
told me that what he picked was a lipstick with a color I just had to see
on my face, that would turn me into a cock-hungry slut, and the lipstick
would perpetually bring him to the edge of an orgasm...
Well, he wasn't wrong. He gave me the other two cubes and said they were
up to me what I wanted to make, and he wouldn't be against me making
something that would have the same effect on him.
I decided to let them sit for a while, I knew Topher was not going to be
a jerk and deny me more of them if I asked, but I didn't want to be that
girl who was taking things for granted, so I decided to sit on them. And
as expected Topher did actually spend a lot of time prepping for
Christmas during the month of December. But then there was the night
before the night before... December 23. I had honestly been struggling
with things, like the US presidential election. I didn't think there
were good choices to vote for, no matter who won, I was pretty sure some
bad shit would happen... One steeped in man-child narcissism, the other
whose history was soaked in betrayal, lies, and a clearly regressing
intelligence. and then the idea hit me... a contingency plan that
could make everything better.
Topher had just hours until he adopted his Santa persona to go out and
gift the world, He stepped inside the room, he looked tired, I looked
like I was ready for sex, dressed in black lingerie that didn't bother to
cover the things his eyes moved to.
"Hon," I started with a sultry tone in my voice, "I thought we should
give you a night of good sleep before your big night. And what better
way than to tire you out physically."
He smiled, and came closer, exhaustion still in his eyes. He nodded and
then he saw the present held out before him.
"What's this?" he asked.
I smiled wider, "remember when you said I could make a gift that affected
your mind like yours did to me?"
"I do."
He opened the top, and he saw the back panties that said, "Property of
Mrs. Claus.' He immediately took them and knelt down in front of me,
"Please claim me." I smiled as clearly the first part of the magic of the
panties worked. And I helped him remove his boring old male underwear
and replaced them with his new sissy panties. As a secondary bonus, his
will was deferred to mine.
"I opened up the second box, and withdrew a pair of earrings. I needed
to wear them as much as he needed to wear the panies. And once they were
on, I felt the power transfer from the earrings to myself, and I knew the
earrings meant nothing at that point, the power was in me, and I had
power over unclaimed men and my claimed ones. My husband. My slave. My
property.
I spread my legs obscenely in front of him. "Come here pet. Time to
make your wife cum." And he did. Over and over again.
The next morning at 2am, I woke up and got out of bed almost stepping on
my slave who was sleeping on the floor wearing lingerie that hours
earlier, I would have been the only one wearing. I gave him a shove with
my foot, "Tophette wake up, we have things to discuss."
"Yes, Mistress," he said as he pushed himself up onto his high-heeled
feet.
And while we sat for breakfast, I told him the new plan. He wasn't just
going to give presents to children, but to everybody in the whole world.
He seemed surprised but had no will to argue and just agreed.
All men 18 and over would receive a pair of panties, As soon as they were
claimed it would have their owner's name on it, which would be relatively
quick for those with wives and girlfriends. If it did not, it would be a
simple pair. As soon as it was seen they would need to wear it, feel a
need to be claimed, and find that they had to obey their wives and
girlfriends. If they were not claimed, they would find they had to obey
all women until they were claimed. All women must be respected.
All women over 18 would receive a pair of earrings that would give them a
dominant spirit, a need to objectify, humiliate and own men. They would
tease the unclaimed men, they would rule the claimed ones.
And the contingency was to create a female dominant world. Within hours
every world leader would surrender their power to their wives or loved
ones, new laws would be passed by more maternal figures that would be
truly protective to society.
Tophette of course agreed. Because he had no will of his own, he was an
extension of my will as every man would be for a woman very soon.
Of course I even accounted for LBGTQ+ groups, though admittedly not in
the most PC way, I might try to fix it next year. But in claimed couples
who were the same sex, the more feminine person would find themselves
attracted to the earrings, while the more masculine would be attracted to
collar. And of course their bodies would be transformed to match their
gift. And luckily the earrings would magically pierce a person's ears
without pain if they did not have pierced ears, so that was a bonus for
many.
So what would happen in a relationship where the woman was more masculine
than the man? Or the man was more feminine than the woman? I honestly
wasn't sure. We'd find out soon. But if there were problems, me and my
slave Santa could fix it next year!
So as it was almost 5am on the East coast of the US on Christmas eve, it
was actually almost midnight on Samoa, so Tophette transformed into his
new Santia persona, and knelt before me. He stood there in his new pink
jacket and pants to replace his red outfit, and showed off his thigh high
heels to me... and got on his sleigh and the reindeer started to glow
blue, which I assume was that tachyon dark matter thing. And with that,
my husband seemingly disappeared, though in truth he probably just moved
faster than I could see... and he was going to spread Christmas cheer,
happiness, feminazation and female domination.
Merry Christmas to all, and happy new year, for next year will be a whole
new world.
---Christmas morning in the home of Harry and Willa.---
Willa was surrounded by darkness, she wasn't sure if it was her
blindfold, or if her husband still had the lights out, but she felt his
arms over her. He was waking her up and it made her so wet. She was
encased in a thick black rubber suit, the gag in her mouth kept her mouth
ready for her husband, her master. His hands squeezed at her tits, and
she felt her own fluids rushing to her pussy, she wanted him to take her.
She struggled against her wrists, they were secured tightly behind her,
forced up and locked to a small 8-inch chain secured to the back of her
collar. It was pure bliss.
Then she felt him turn her onto her stomach, pushing her ass up, her head
still in the pillows, and he exposed her soaking-fucking-wet pussy and
then she felt hi slide into her and pound relentlessly into her until she
came, and when she cried out, he started speeding up until he came...
They collapsed and held each other tenderly for a while, before he
started to undo her wrist restraints and then take off her mask.
"Sorry hun, but you'll need to have your hands free to open your
presents, and I want to see your beautiful face."
Willa gushed and smiled widely and hugged him giving him a slow intimate
hug.
He got up and said he would make her coffee, and meet her in the living
room when she was ready.
They sat, she smiled at his coffee, it didn't have as much sugar as she
preferred, but she wasn't about to say anything about the gesture.
"Where do you want to start?" he asked. And she looked under the tree and
for some reason two almost identical boxes stood out to her, at first she
didn't recognize either of them, but then a memory started bleeding
through of her buying a collar for him. She felt embarrassed, why would
he have wanted that? But she didn't recognize the one with her name. So
she picked them both up, and nervously handed the wrapped collar to him,
and they sat and ripped open the wrapping paper. It was a jewelry box,
and she opened and saw a pair of beautiful earrings. She had to try them
on. She stood up and went to a mirror and slid them in, she felt a whoosh
in her mind, and things felt odd. She hated her collar, she was not a
submissive, her husband should be the submissive, in fact. She couldn't
get the collar off fast enough and threw it on the ground. She turned
around and saw her husband wearing a pair of panties, how fitting... She
had every intention of making him her bitch.
He looked at her pleadingly. "Will you please, claim me?"
She smiled. "I do. You belong to me Harry."
He smiled. "Thank You, Mistress." And then Willa noticed her name was
on Harry's panties
Then she looked at her coffee, "Now go take my coffee add another
spoonful of sugar, and then get your cute little ass back in here so I
can test drive your favorite dildo on your ass..." with the unspoken,
'instead of mine.'
"He scurried to the coffee and into the kitchen, and she thought about
the next time he went into the kitchen, he would be wearing a french maid
outfit.
The End. Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays, and of course a Happy New
Year to each of you!
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