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Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia meets Bill, but goes out with Yavette to exercise. Disclaimer: This story involves aspects of BDSM, feminization, and strong language. If these offend you, please don’t read any further. If it is illegal where you are to read this, either don’t read it, or go somewhere that it is legal. Do not post elsewhere without permission. 

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Rules for the night: 

1.You are the property of Mistress Dyvia for the duration of this story. If you send feedback, my ownership of you will last until you press the send button for an email. 

2.Next since this is a story about exercise, you have to do something related. 50 crunches if you don’t have heels or breast forms. If you have breast forms, 50 jumping jacks, and if you have heels; walk your sexiest walk around the room you are in for 10 laps. If you have both breast forms and heels, pick which activity above you wish to do. 

3.Lastly and most importantly, be aroused while reading, that’s why I wrote it. 



Hello girls, how are you today? I hope all is well. I’m absolutely ecstatic to have you back here to listen to one of my stories. This time we’re going to talk about an exercise routine. This may not seem like a great story idea, but trust me hun, if you liked some of my other stories, you’ll like this one. 

Mistress Dyvia presents: 

Mistress Dyvia’s

Exercise Routine

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Well as I’m sure you’ve been getting used tomy format, I’ll describe what I was wearing first. I hope you’re not too disappointed, but my hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I wore a white sleeveless midriff, black spandex shorts, black socks with a pair of cute pink hearts on them and white sneakers. I know, I know… It doesn’t scream ‘strict domme,’ but I was going to be working out.

Speaking of working out, the best way to work out is to work with the buddy system. So in comes Bill. So I put a towel and a bottle of water into my bag and went to the kitchen. Bill was sitting finishing his cup of coffee. “All ready Dyvia?” 

“I am, but you’re not.”

He looked down at himself, “I’m not?” He was wearing a gray T-shirt, a blue pair of sweat pants, white socks and sneakers.

“No, you’re not dressed properly.”

“How’s that?” he asked. Control yourself girls, its obvious where I’m going with this. I just hope you’re getting excited as I do this.

“Hey you’re the one that asked if you could come exercise with me, remember that. Well, come with me, we will have you already to work out with me.”

So he agreed, “Well alright.”

We stepped into my bedroom, and I said, “Take off all your clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

”I said, ‘take off all of your clothes!’”

He stammered a, “b-b-but.”

Which I abruptly cut off with, “Now!” Without another word and in an impressive ten seconds he was down to his tighty whiteys. I walked up to him, and grabbed his underwear and pulled it down to his ankles, “step.” And he stepped out with one of his feet. “step.” And out with the other. He was covering himself up, probably semi-erect. “Hands at your side.” I was right! 

Before he could saying anything else, he quickly found himself gaffed, with “c” cup breast forms adhered to his chest and a cute sports bra covering him up. “look, Dyvia… I think you got the wrong idea…”

”Mistress Dyvia please.”

”I don’t really.”

”MISRTRESS DYVIA please.”

With a sigh of resignation, “Mistress Dyvia, I just wanted to exercise, I don’t see how this will help.”

”Yavette, it keeps me interested this way.” I pulled out a pair of black spandex pants and pulled them up her legs. And she was quiet, I’m not entirely sure if it was because I just renamed her Yavette on the spot, or if it was what I said about making it interesting, but she let me put her leopard print leotard on her. Next I took a blind fold and put that over her eyes. Finally I put on a shimmery pink lipstick on her lips, just to finish off that appearance.

”Mistress why must I be blind folded?”

”It is all about trust, and distractions. Now stop asking silly questions, or you’ll be gagged, and I don’t think you’ll be wondering about that.”

”Yes Mistress.” 

”Good Girl.” I put a little black collar around her neck, which before we left, I would have a leash attached. “put your hands behind your back, hold your wrists in your hands.” Using a little bondage tape I looped her wrists together securing them in place. I’m sure if I could see her eyes, she’d have a very baffled look right now, but she said nothing. Lastly I took a pair of boots, with a 7-inch heel and a 2inch platform and zipped them up around her ankles. I had four small metal rods about a half-inch (which is a little more than a centimeter) in diameter and about 7 inches long. I used the bondage tape to secure one on each side of her legs, much like a splint. Considering what I was about to have her do, I didn’t want to take the chance that she could sprain an ankle. Finally I attached the leash to her collar and tugged. 

”Yes Mistress Dyvia.” She said as she stumbled slightly in her heels. I walked her outside and sat her in my car, and since her arms were stuck behind her back, I put her seatbelt on for her, “Thank You Mistress.”

“You're welcome Yavette.” I closed the door to her side got in my side, started my car, put on my seatbelt and drove. We got to where I wanted to go. I walked over, opened up her door, undid her seatbelt, and took her leash. With a little tug she swung her legs over the door and stood up, using my leash for a little leverage. I lead her across a concrete sidewalk; she was very silent. I led her up some steps, which she seemed nervous of stumbling. I couldn’t blame her for that. We walked across a lovely marble floor, her heels making that indistinguishable click-clop sound until we came to a stop. I can only imagine her embarrassment and frustration of not being able to see what was happening around her. I spoke up, knowing what I was about to say would frighten her a bit. “Dyvia and one guest; Yavette.”

“Of course Dyvia, welcome, our facilities are at your disposal.” 

”Thanks Joe.”

”So this is your new workout partner?”

”Yes, she wants to learn how to be a great cock-sucker, but I told her, ‘no not until we get you into a more feminine shape.’” Oh! The look on Yavette’s face was priceless. You couldn’t see her eyes, nor could you see her eyebrows. But her mouth dropped, and her forehead creased as you would tell her eyebrows had raised. “Isn’t that right Yavette?”

Trying to collect her self, her head dropped, “yes Mistress Dyvia.”

I was a bit surprised she went along, but was deeply amused. 

Joe, who has seen me tease so many girls said, “Dyvia, your so mean to your girls, why do you always say such things to tease them?”

Yavette’s face showed a little relief, and I looked at Joe and said, “I like to see the look on their faces I guess.” I gave Joe a quick kiss on the cheek tugged on the leash and we entered the gym. It was early, so the place was empty. I expected there to be a few people, but there was no one. I guess that was to Yavette’s advantage. 

I sat her down on a machine. I put her feet on the pedals, and set the weights at 60 pounds. “Push” I said. Not knowing how much weight I put on, her first push of her feet flew. I laughed, “calm down, its only sixty pounds. I don’t want a muscular girl; I want a toned girl. So give me 500 reps.” I sat next to her and matched her. 

When we were done, I walked over to her and helped her up. I set up a mat on the floor and helped her do 50 tummy crunches. And there still wasn’t anyone around. Oh well... There was an indoor track, so I started out with a light jog. And I stayed at that light pace. It was excruciatingly fast for a girl in high heels, especially a girl who is new to heels. We stayed like that for 18 laps, which was three miles and then we walked one to cool down. 

“How did that feel Yavette?” 

“Mistress, the balls of my feet are aching, and my calves are burning.”

”Excellent!” I exclaimed without further explanation. I tugged on her leash and started to lead her out. We said our goodbyes to Joe as we left, and we quickly found ourselves back at my home. 

Of course from there I lead her to my dungeon. And that’s where I had a few more exercises for her, but that will have to wait for another time. And that will most likely be in a story I will probably call; “Mistress Dyvia’s Sexercise” The exercises involved little exercises using sex toys and such to build her confidence, and her tolerance… for large objects. hehehe. Feel free to cum now girls, and be sure to write.

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