Mistress Dyvia
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:
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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 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 kneeled down in front of him, and started to play with his belt. She took longer than she needed ‘accidently’ 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 acknowledgement 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 ecstacy 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 mascualine 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 miniute 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 femminine 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 expereinced 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 masucline 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.
Also for those of you who have Twitter, I have a poll that I just started running through Next Sunday (Novemeber 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: Mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com
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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