It's been a while since I did a fictional ‘Mistress Dyvia’ story. So I thought it would be fun to bring this out of the closet, dust her off and have some fun! Btw, this story takes place on a ship (water, not space) and I don’t know a lot about boats, so please be kind and patient with my lack of knowledge. 

 

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 Pit, 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.

 

Rules for the subs:

 

As always, anyone who wants to feel submissive, and feel owned, you can be my sub:

 

Rule #1 Just say it, “I belong to Mistress Dyvia.”

 

Rule#2 Lipstick, I absolutely like to mark my subs with lipstick, if you do not have any available, take a rubber band and place it around your wrist for now, get lipstick later for future stories.

 

Rule #3 I want you to be aroused for this story. It may not be my sexiest, but it’ll have some fun moments. If you find yourself losing your arousal, stop, get it back. And then continue.

 

Rule #4, You may not cum without Mistress’ Permission. So when you finish reading the story, email me and ask me for release.

 

Optional Rule#5, This story takes place in a watery scenario. So when you are done with the story, waiting for me to give you permission to cum… take a bath, relax while laying back, and relax… keep yourself aroused for at least twenty minutes.

 

enjoy. 

 

Mistress Dyvia Presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s Flotation Device

By: Mistress Dyvia

 

I was on a private yacht, it was big and it was extravagant.  In truth, if I knew better I would swear it was a mini-cruise ship. It was run by a private company, one that did have specialties in being known for being sex positive.  So it wouldn’t be strange to see naked women, or people having sex on the decks.

 

With my luggage rolling behind me, I was walking along the main rail when the ship shook a bit.  I grabbed the railing, I knew what it was, there were a few smaller boats that would zip by us, probably hoping to get a view of naked women, or people with ‘high moral fiber’ that didn’t approve of us…  Prudes.

Once the ship stabilized, I continued until I found the stairs, and made my way down a few decks.  I walked down the hall, exactly where I was looking to be. My heels echoing down the hall. I stopped in front of a door and knocked hard three times. 

As I waited for the answer, I evaluated myself. I was wearing a leather trench coat,it had no buttons fastened, just a belt around the waist.  My red hair was mostly up, except for a few curls that rested on my shoulders.  My makeup was done with a smoky look, eye shadow, eyeliner that ended with the cat’s eye tails.  My lips were a darker-than-crimson red.  Below my coat, I wore a sleeveless, latex midriff, a short skirt, matching thigh high boots, fingerless opera-length gloves, and a small ruby necklace around my neck.  My nails were long and painted the same color as my lips.

 

Finally a noise on the other side of the door, “Who is it?”

 

I suppose I could have said room service to get him to open the door.  But I went more direct, “Sean, open the mother-fucking door, now.”

 

“Dyvia?”

 

“No, it's your Mom.” sarcasm was a truly blessed gift.

 

“Uh… I don’t think I should open the door.  In fact I think you should leave or I’ll call security.”

 

“Open the door, or call security, I don’t care which.  But you’re upsetting me.  If security comes, I guarantee you that I will have them ready to open the door, and bend you over a table and fuck you until your ass is so wide, I can pour water down your throat just to watch it dribble out of your ass like a fountain.”

 

The door unlocked.

 

I opened it and stepped inside watching him take a few cautious steps back, “Don’t even think about leaving the room.”  He froze in place.  I turned and closed the door, then locked it.  And then slid my suitcase to the side of the door.  I turned and looked at him, “Sean…  How are you?”

 

He swallowed hard, “Fine, how are you?”

 

I nodded my head, “I’m a little hurt, I feel like you have been trying to avoid me.”

 

Nervously, he shook his head, “No, not at all.  I was just on vacation.”

 

My smile dropped, “Where’s the box?”

 

“I don’t-”

 

“Do not play that game.  Where is the mother-fucking box, Sean?”

 

He swallowed hard, again, “Under the bed.” He stared at me as if he were waiting for me to reach under and pull it out, give him a chance to escape?  I think not.

 

“Lay back on the bed.”

 

“W-w-what?”

 

I repeated myself, a little more firmly, “Lay the fuck back… on the fucking bed.” I really had no time for this. I stepped in closer and he took a step back falling onto his ass on the bed, “Better, now scooch back a bit.”

 

He nervously did, and I grabbed the restraints on the bed and locked his ankles in place. His mouth shuddered like he was trying to say or even think of something.

 

“Now!”  I said with a slightly raised voice.

 

He complied and laid back and just a slight look from me, and he placed his hands over his head where I was able to secure his wrist in place with no difficulty at all.  I lingered over him for just a minute while his gaze looked me up and down, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was enjoying the look.

 

I reached under the bed and withdrew the box, and opened it.  “Now we are getting somewhere.”  I withdrew the chastity device.  “Your company developed this so that it imprints on a person, causes pain on the wearer if they feel lust towards anyone else, and only allows that one person to remove it?”

 

Nervously he nodded his head, “Yeah, pretty much.”

 

“Good.”  I started to dissect it in front of him, placing each part on the nightstand next to him.  And then with a pair of scissors I started removing his pants. 

 

“Wait, why me?” he said with a pleading tone.

 

“Need to test it.”

 

“Can’t you find someone else?”

 

I scoffed, “Why bother, someone disposable is already right here.”  With his frank and beans already freed, I was actually surprised or maybe even disappointed he wasn’t hard already, but it did make the next part easier. 

 

I slid the shaft and head piece over his penis’ head, and held firmly as I pulled the ring over and around his balls.  Then I slid the first part of the base through the two holes in the ring until it was firmly in the molded impression, and then slid the last piece of the base in which allowed a firm seal.  I used the two protrusions to slide through the holes in the shaft, and then I slid the spine through the third hole which served as the final connection to the cage, which also served as the basis of the locking mechanism.  I slid the locking bolt though the spine, and in a minute he was my new science experiment.

 

“Pet?” I asked.

 

“Yes?”  he responded with more of a question in his tone than an answer.

 

“Yes, What?” I asked in a more demanding voice.

 

He closed his eyes as if he was afraid to answer, “Yes, Mistress?”

 

“Good answer.  Rules are simple; do you want to orgasm? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical, if you do, you may have one single orgasm per month, that is if you do not disobey any rules.  Any questions?”

 

“Umm…”

 

“Good, no, that’s great.” I cut him off.  Then I stood up straight, undid the belt on my jacket and tossed it on a chair as I walked over to my luggage, and rolled it closer to the bed.  I removed my latex skirt revealing a similar style of sexy panties.  I opened the luggage and pulled out a strap-on harness.  It took me a moment to step into it and secure it, and then when I went to attach the dildo attachment, I realized that needed to happen first.  I scowled and re-did it.. And in just a few short moments I had a giant black rubber cock pointing at my Sean…  My victim.  

 

So to be as cliched as I possibly could be I said, “Your ass is my mine bitch.”

 

He shook his head, “Please no..  I don’t want that, please no…”

 

He jerked on the bed, but his restraints kept him unable to do anything.  I took a few of his extra pillows and stuffed them under his lower back to give me a bit more leverage.  I used a squirt of lube and rubbed it around his ass, and then a lot on my phallus.  And pressed it right to the edge.

 

“No!”  he cried, “No, not now, please… No stop!”

 

And I did stop.  He looked at me with confusion, and I simply said, “Just making sure you are okay, you didn’t forget the safe word did you?”

 

He shook his head, “No, I’m good.” he paused, “Its pineapples, but I’m not using it.”

 

I nodded my head, “Alright..”  I gave him a wink and a slap on the ass to know play was back in session.  

 

“Stop, please,“ he pleaded with me.

 

I applied just a little pressure, and grabbing one of his legs for a bit more leverage than the height the pillows gave me, I was sliding deep into him.  Back and forth, and he cried out at first trying to say how much he wanted me to stop, which quickly became how much he didn’t want me to stop.  I wish I could say I went until he was too exhausted to go on, but truthfully, leg cramps happened, and I had to stop.

 

I never took off the faux-cock, but I did return to my suitcase, and removed my next instrument of our playtime.  A rubber suit.  Sadly I had to release him from his restraints to put it on him.  Again the roleplay continued and he assumed the reluctant feminized girl, but I ‘forced him’ into the rubber suit with his chastity device still keeping him frustrated.  It had a slight built-in corset to narrow his waist and give him more of an hourglass figure.  It also had padding on the hips to further accentuate this.  But the breasts and ass were inflatable.

 

There was a brief intermission when I went to get some further accessories and he asked, “How big will  the breasts and ass get?”

 

I laughed, “Probably a little bigger than a softball for our play, and your butt will be a pair of basketballs…  But the material is really durable and could grow to the size of beach balls. 

 

“That might be a little too large.”

 

“Indeed!”  I said with a smile.

 

A couple moments later I pulled a blindfold around his head and then inserted a ball gag, the latter of which was locked with a tiny key.  The gag itself had a stretchy band, so I could technically pull it a bit and he could talk, but with the next thing, it guaranteed he wouldn’t be able to do that himself. \ I put little inflatable balls around his hands, and again, locked with a small lock that used the same key as his gag.  Then came the coup de grace… ballet style high heels, he had no idea how to walk in those, so they were decorative only, but as you may have guessed, yes, they were locked in as well.

 

With the gag in place, he obviously couldn’t say his safe word, so I asked, “do you remember your safe tune?” 

 

He started humming the ‘twinkle twinkle little star.’

 

“Very good,” I said and kissed his cheek…  or is it ‘her’ now?  Yeah, her cheek. “Rubyrina is your name until we take this off of you.”  ‘Ruby’ for the rubber, and ‘rina’ short for ballerina because of her shoes.

 

Which was actually going to be a long while.  It was bedtime.  So I re-strapped him into his restraints, and leaned in close and pulled a blanket over the two of us.  Hopefully he wouldn’t overheat too much, but he knew to use his safe-tune if he felt distressed.

 

Luckily, many hours passed.while we slept, he didn’t wake me up, and then a big jolt and I almost fell out of bed.  I stood up and looked around, ‘The fuck?”  I asked myself more than Rubyrina.  I sat up and turned to the bed, I heard his groans, “I’ll figure out what happened, and I’ll be back in just a couple minutes.

 

I Put on my shoes, put my jacket back on, and left the room.  I went up a couple flights of stairs when I heard a voice, “We just got hit by one of those stupid speedboats, the ship is going down.”  I turned to go back down the stairs and get Rubyrina. And then the same voice called back to me, “Lady, we have to evacuate, leave your stuff.”

 

“My stuff is a person chained to a bed three decks down!”  I called back to him.

 

“Shit…” he said, I’m pretty sure he started to come after me, but someone else asked for help.

 

And ‘shit’ was a great word, the ship was flooding.  Our floor already had a foot of water in it in those few minutes.  “Fuck. Fuck.  Fuck.”  I opened the door to our room, and she was grunting as she clearly understood this actually was an emergency.

 

I ran over to her, or did my best really, it was more of a sloshed over to her.  And my heels made that suck a bit.  I unstrapped her arms and legs so she could move.  The water was rising rapidly.  “We have to get out.”

 

 

She made some noises, I pulled the ball gag so she could speak, “I can’t walk in these heels, get them off.”  

 

“Okay.”  I did take off her blindfold.  But then we both looked at the night table toppled over, and the keys somewhere below us.  “Maybe not okay… umm…”  A flash of inspiration, I grabbed the compressor and attached it to her breasts and filled them the whole way, leaving her with beach ball sized tits, and then her ass, not quite as big, but hopefully they would help.  “I’ll bring you.”

 

She made two noises since without me holding her gag, it automatically pulled back into her mouth.  “Bring you?  Drag you along while you float.”

 

The water was starting to cover the bed, so I simply pushed her off the bed and smiled as her tits kept her head above water and the ass made it easier to control her orientation.  “Yes!”  I hooked my arm around her shoulder and simply pulled as I pushed through the waist-deep water and simply pulled her through the door.  As I walked down the hall with her floating behind me, I heard banging from a door.  I opened it. 

 

There was a little old lady in there, “Are you alright?”

 

She looked like she was in tears, “I can’t swim, and it's too hard to walk through this.”

 

I smiled at her, “I’m Dyvia, this is Rubyrina, she can’t swim either…”

 

There were three grunts through the gag which I took for ‘Nice to meet you.’ from her to the old lady.

 

“I’m Grace.”

 

“Well Like I said, she can’t swim either, but since her costume has inflatables, you are welcome to hold on, and I’ll walk you both to the stairs.”

 

She looked at Rubyrina, then to her breasts as if to say and/or think something judgmental, but then remembered exactly what kind of ship she was on.  “You both are alright with that?”

 

A grunt came from Rubyrina, followed by a nod, and I translated, “No problem!”  She wrapped her arms around Rubyrina’s shoulder and I pulled them both along to the stairs…  Which was the first hurdle…  We actually had to wait for the water to fill up so we could ascend to the next level.

 

I kept a brave face, but truthfully I was a bit nervous.  I kept thinking of the movie ‘Titanic’ when Jack told Rose that when the ship went under the water it would pull them under with it.  If they kept having to go one level at a time, would they get pulled under as well?  Luckily, this was the Caribbean, and the water wasn’t freezing.

 

We finally made it to the next deck, but still had to wait for it to fill a foot and a half or so before Rubyrina had the buoyancy to be dragged down the hall.  As I had led the way down the hall.  Again, there was a sound.  I knocked on the door.  “Ocupado.”

 

“Yeah, the ship is sinking., your floor is probably wet.”  I said.

 

A moment later I heard a woman shriek and a guy drop an F-bomb. The door opened and the guy was naked, and he just ran to the steps.

 

“Asshole!”  I heard a woman scream, at him and I looked in, and saw her in bondage as well.  She was only wearing panties, and luckily she was not secured to the bed, but she had a spreader bar on her legs and another on her wrists.  

 

I shrugged, “Hold on, I’m coming.”  I walked over, and just like with Rubyrina, I had no key to get her out.  “Sorry hun, I’ll get you out… but…”  I looked down and saw her bra floating.  Picking it up, I realized it was more of a white bikini top with no shoulder straps, “But… I can give you a little modesty.  I helped her over to Rubyrina and Grace and introduced them, “Laura.” she said in introduction, as I helped her get her spreader bar around Rubyrina’s shoulder and head.  The bar actually gave Grace a better grip as well.

 

And now the four of us were walking to the next set of stairs.  This ship really sucks, why did we have to go down a whole hallway to go up one deck?  Why not just have one set of stairs that went up the entirety of the ship?  Again we reached the end and waited for the water to fill up enough to ascend the steps to the next level, and of course had to wait for the water to fill enough so I could pull along my troop of rescuees.

 

As we walked along, I heard Rubyrina grunt.  I looked back and saw her waving her free arm at a door.  “Another one?” I asked assuming that because her head was partially underwater, she could hear noises better.  She nodded.

 

I opened the door and there was a pretty muscular dude in there, sitting in a corner in the fetal with the water almost up to his neck.  “Dude, you okay?” I asked.

 

He shook his head, “Nope.”

 

“What happened?” I asked hoping it wasn’t too serious.  “I stubbed my toe getting out of bed when the water rushed in.  I can’t walk.”

 

“You stubbed your… toe?”  as if I didn’t hear him the first time.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You stubbed your toe?” I echoed myself.

 

“Yeah.”

 

I let out a sigh at Man-baby. I introduced myself and then gestured to the others,  “This is Rubyrina, Grace and Laura…”

 

“Happy.”  he said.  Of course his name was Happy, he was probably conceived while his parents watched a movie about a man-baby golfer that whined about not being a hockey player.

 

“Grab on to Rubyrina’s legs, and I’ll pull you too.  And then we made it to the next set of stairs… and as we moved down the hall, I saw the light.  Sunlight.  We were almost there.  Now, if the ship was this close to sinking under the water, this would be the moment.  If we didn’t rush up, it could pull us under, before we even got out of the ship.

 

As we reached the final steps, I heard voices, “There are still five passengers still unaccounted for.”

 

“Fuck.”  was the response, “I don’t think they could survive below decks, this is not going to be a good week.”

 

I was about to call for help, when I heard a jarring noise echoes across the ship,  and everything shook.  I screamed, I think Laura did as well.  It might have been my echo.  I’m not making promises one way or the other.

 

But the voices identified us and came running.  “We got five more!”

 

Another voice, “That’s everyone then!”  They pulled Happy up first, then Grace.  I had to unhook Laura from Ruby so that she could be brought up and then I insisted on my pet to be brought up next, and then I was last.

 

I looked at the person who helped me, “What was that sound?”

 

“The ship hit bottom.”

 

I looked at him curiously, “I thought the ship was going to sink.”  

 

“It did, but the ship is taller than the depth of the water.”  I blinked a couple times.  “Okay.”

 

I looked over to see Grace. She was being checked out by the paramedics and led over to another ship that was alongside ours.  I saw Happy on the ground babying his toe trying to get the attention of one of the medical staff who were clearly not disinterested.  I saw Laura, just in time to see her punch the guy she was with, how the hell did she get out of her restraints already?  Did someone have bolt cutters?

 

Then my eyes on Rubyrina.  I walked over to her and held her hand.  She grunted something, and I tugged at her ball gag so she could talk.  “As I tried to say in our room.  Don’t you keep a spare key in your locket?”

 

My hand went down to my locket, “Oh, right.”  I used it to unlock her heels and then helped her to her feet just in time for a couple of the staff to call us, “Please, come over here.  We’re boarding everyone on this rescue vessel just in case the ship tries to capsize or anything.”

 

And we followed.

A moment later I heard the guy with a clipboard say, “Sir we have a problem, we have an extra girl, but we’re missing a guy named ‘Sean.’”

The guy in charge looked at us, “Do you know anything about this ‘Sean?’ Did you see or hear anything that might tell us where he is?  If not we’re going to have to send rescue workers in and start searching…”

Rubyrina groaned…
 

 

TLDR: don’t restrain your subs overnight while in one of the lower decks of a ship.

The End!

 

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