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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 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. 

Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia has her way with a girl’s mind, and shows her off to a few guys, as well as her brand new fun box. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s
Girl in a Box
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Hi hun, how are you today? Oh, that’s good I’m pretty good myself. Well here we are again, I just love these little get-togethers we have. So what’s on your mind? Really you heard about that? Well I didn’t want you to get jealous, but yeah, it was a pretty crazy night. I had lots of fun and so did my girl, Patricia. Oh wait, wait, wait! We have to have rules before going any further. 

If you are a submissive, then do not read past these rules unless you are sure you can follow them. 
Rule #1) you belong to me while reading this story. After reading, send me an email; let me know your thoughts and/or criticisms. And after which you will be free once again. If you agree to this, say right now, “Yes Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you.” 
Rule #2) I like my girls horny. So do not read beyond my rules until you are nice and aroused. 
Rule #3) I would like you to cum while reading my story, but you do not have to, this is an optional rule. I don’t want you cumming too early. I know what you’re thinking, “Mistress Dyvia, what’s the catch? Why are you being so nice?” Well here is the catch, leave it there, do not swallow or spit until you press the send button on your email. If you choose to follow this optional rule, I want to know what part of the story pushed you over the edge. 
Rule #4) Keep your lipstick handy. I want you to apply a fresh coat every five paragraphs. 
Rule #5) this is an either or rule. EITHER put on a garter belt and stockings… OR write, “Cum Licker” across your chest backwards. 

Enjoy Girls. 

Well what was it Saturday? Yeah. It was the early evening, and I was on my way to pick up Harry. Harry’s a nice guy; I already had him a little earlier in the week. He was already trained, and I did do some hypnotic things with him. He had a couple post-hypnotic suggestions, and one trigger that would really bring out his wild side. His posthypnotic suggestions were simple ones that made him forget how much he had a fascination with the female form. Specifically he forgot how much he loved wearing girl’s clothes and such and how much he loved doing girly things. 

He had no idea why he was out. He was bored he had nothing better to do… or so he believed. I had found this nice isolated spot where there was no one around, where I could actually grant him his kidnapping fantasy. I pulled over and watched him. He sat at a bench and was fidgeting. It was like he knew there was something wrong, but couldn’t figure out exactly what “wrong” was. 

I opened up a map, and put it on my passenger side seat. I pulled my car out and drove up next to him. “Excuse me, how do I get to Macintosh street?” I asked him. He gave me some direction, but I chose that street because it wouldn’t be easy to explain. I opened up the car door, “Could you show me, I have this map,” I held up a red marker, “maybe you could trace the best way to go for me?” 

”Sure.” He smiled. He stepped inside, and closed the door. “Well its actually a lot more simple than it sounds its 3 right turns and a left… ahhh.” He looked over just in time to see me pulling a needle out of his arm. I can only wonder the thoughts that flowed through his head as his vision was filled with black clouds. 

I suppose the more interesting thing was when she woke up with some huge boobs on her chest. She was speechless about it too. She opened her eyes and looked down. “What did you do to me?” she asked. And I not only told her, but I showed her the needle I used. I had pressed it through each nipple and unloaded nearly a full gallon of this special solution that gave her real breasts. Real big breasts. (Okay, the truth is while she was unconscious I shaved her chest and used lots of fingernail glue to attach some big breast forms, but for my story, it just sounds hotter if I gave her real ones. lol) Of course what she didn’t know was that the special solution would dissolve in about twelve hours. She seemed… I dunno, maybe horrified? 

”I want to show you something, Patricia.” 

”What? Patricia?” 

”That is your new name.” 

”No my name is Harry.” 

”Patricia, you can call yourself whatever you want, I will call you Patricia, as sill anyone else you meet while you are here. Come along.” 

We went to a large room. One might swear that it was an empty warehouse, except that it was white and sterile like a hospital. But the place was huge. In the middle of the room was a glass container. It had some rubber-coated holes in various places. It was roughly four feet by four feet by seven feet. Each top corner had a spotlight on the inside pointing to the center floor. And the room itself had about ten cameras set up focused on the glass cube. 

She looked at me, “What does that have to do with me?” 

I smiled, “Come along, you’ll see.” 

We went into a side door, and I let her sit down. “Patricia, what do you know about he 2-way glass?” 

”Not much.” 

I held up a little piece of glass for her amusement. I looked through it, “look normal enough right?” 

”Yeah…” she said. 

I opened a door to a dark room, and held the glass in front of my face and slowly stepped back into the dark room. She looked and saw that as I was slowly engulfed by the darkness the glass slowly turned into a mirror. 

“So…?” she asked. 

”Well I guess if you haven’t put it all together yet, you’ll just have to wait for the surprise.” 

”What surprise?” she asked. 

”Come along, Patricia.” She followed noticeably agitated. 

We were in a dressing room that had a television. I put it on, and pressed play on the VCR. It was Harry from a few days earlier all dressed up, on her knees begging me to turn her into some sort of slut. She begged fro all kinds of things that made Harry blush. When it was over she yelled that it wasn’t true. 

“Of course its true.” I walked over to a CD player. Her breathing picked up. She was starting to sweat. “Does this make you nervous?” It was obvious that my post hypnotic suggestion regarding the CD player was having a noticeable affect on her ability to stay calm. 

She was scared. I pressed the play button and dance music came on. She seemed to be dizzy. I reached into my purse and pulled out a blue collar. I stepped up to Patricia and wrapped it around her neck, as soon as the collar clicked, s he froze. About five to ten seconds later she lifted her head and smiled. “Mistress Dyvia!” 

”Hello Patricia.” 

”Goddess, I am soo horny.” She reached down to grab her cock. 

”No. No. No. Patricia, not tonight, that is not for you to touch.” She pouted. I smiled. She smiled. It was funny, but you probably would have had to be there. Well you’ve got plenty of clothes hun, get dressed, leave the room, take a left and enter the door at the end of the hall. We’ll talk more about your night then.” 

Well you know me, by the time Patricia was already, I had a group of guys waiting in a room next to the big white room with the glass box. 

When she entered the room, she looked fantastic. She was in all blue. So much blue in fact that I almost renamed this story, “Mistress Dyvia’s The Blue Girl.” But I didn’t. She had on this tight Lycra blue dress. Later when she bent over she had this shimmery blue thong on, and these blue stockings and garter set. It was hot. It really was. She had on these six-inch heels with a one-inch platform, and big surprise; they were blue too. She had blue eye shadow and shiny blue one-inch nails. Oh Gosh, I’m getting so hot just thinking about it. And the best part was she had this shimmery metallic blue lipstick. And her pink tongue just looked so yummy tracing a line across her upper lip. And swinging at her side was a blue purse, which I can only assume, had all her makeup in case she thought I was taking her out. Lastly she had a black wig on that had blonde highlights, but she had turned them to blue highlights. Mmmmmm. 

“Hi Mistress Dyvia…” she started, “I’m all made up, how do I look?” 

“Oh Patricia, you look hot, you look stunning, you look so yummy, that I want to gobble you up right now.” 

”Oh Mistress Dyvia!” She beamed with a smile. “I’m ready right now.” 

”I laughed a bit, “No not yet, Patricia.” I paused, slowly curled a deviously deviant Dyvia smile, and continued, “You have lots of cocks in the next room that desperately hope you are will be nice enough milk all the yummy cummies from them.” 

”Mistress Dyvia! I would love to fuck, suck or hug as many cocks as you would like me to.” 

”Well here’s the deal Patricia, you see that glass box there?” 

”Yeah, it looks more like a booth to me than a box, Mistress, but yes I see it.” 

“Well once you get in there, I’m going to turn the lights out in the room, it’ll be pitch black, but I’m going to turn the lights on in the box. It’ll be like there are mirrors all around you and above you. We’ll be able to see in, but you won’t see out. You’re going to start dancing for all the horny men. When they get hard enough you’ll start seeing their rock hard yummy cocks poking through the holes in the glass. The first one you see, I want your lips wrapped around. You’ll use your hands to keep each cock hard, but they will only let them cum in your mouth or ass. Do you understand Patricia?”

”Yes Mistress, I understand, and I will eagerly obey.” 

”Good girl Patricia,” I took her purse, “you won’t need that.” I took out her lipstick, I liked the color, and I wasn’t wearing any. I put on the same metallic blue and then handed the lipstick back to her. “Reapply after every cock you suck dry.” 

She took the tube from me, “Of course Mistress.” I opened the box for her, and she stepped in, “Thank You Mistress.” 

You are so very Welcome, Patricia.” 

The lights went out, her lights went on, and anywhere she looked you could tell she was checking herself out in the mirror. I opened the door with all the men. They formed a circle around her. I pressed the record button on a remote for all the camera’s I’m sure Harry would love watching this later. Then I pressed the play button on the sound system, and Patricia went wild. 

The men loved it, the cute shemale whore dancing in the glass box waiting for them to stick their cocks in. The men cheered her on. I don’t know what was getting her more hot, how turned on she was looking at herself, or how excited she was to have her lips wrapped around that first cock of the evening. Regardless, her dress started tenting just a bit and the men started whistling. 

The first man that ventured up to the glass box, slid is dick inside the rubber-coated hole. She instantly stopped dancing and dropped to her knees and deep-throated his cock in one motion. The man screamed out, “holy shit! That’s a fucken’ Hoover! Goddamn that girl could suck a fucken’ baseball out of a fucken’ garden hose!” 

Some other men approached and stuck their cocks in, but she never let go of the first guy, she sucked while bobbin her head up and down over and over. She reached and tried to satisfy the men with her hands. It was hot too. She was watching herself in the mirror too. A lot of girls like to watch their men’s faces, and enjoy what they’re doing to them, some close their eyes and have fun, but Patricia was looking herself in the eye, and watching the cock sliding between her lips. She was thoroughly engrossed in watching herself suck cock. 

When the man finally came, Patricia swallowed every drop. The man stumbled back, he looked so spent, and I thought that he was going to pass out. But she refreshed her lipstick and moved onto the cock in her right hand. Once again she gave herself that look. Watching her self take so much meat into her throat. Eventually she coaxed that man’s cum out of his balls and he cried like a baby as she suckled every last drop from the man’s nearly withered corpse (I like hyperbole, lol). 

She staggered back for a moment and a man grabbed her ass from behind. He had reached through a hole and pulled her back, she lifted up the back of her dress for him, and his cock moved her shiny blue thong to the side, and entered her. She grabbed onto two holes for leverage, and bent over, and watched herself in the mirror. She screamed, in either; twisted torment, or electric passion at every one of the man’s thrusts. The cheers from all the other men continued to grow louder. And as before she was transfixed and entranced by her own image. Her eyes would stare at her bouncing tits at every thrust, or watch her own “Oh” mouth from every passion filled cry. 

And so the night continued like this for nearly three hours as she sucked or fucked nearly thirty-five loud and eager men. When she was all done, and no more of the manly yells were to be heard, she heard my voice. “Patricia look up,” and from a hole in the top of the box, came a dildo with a strap. “Open wide.” And she did, the dildo entered her mouth and she wrapped the strap around her head and locked it in place with a pad lock. There was a small chain, so I pulled it, and her head was moved in such a way that she had to look up. She was pulled forward. 

She made some muffled words, but only felt as her own shemale cock was pulled through the hole into the black void. She squirmed as her own cock was sucked. She twitched and every time she thought she was about to cum, she felt pressure on her cock in ‘that place’ and her orgasm stopped. For nearly an hour she was kept on the brink. She twitched moaned, and cried. I watched as tears freely flowed down her face. She watched herself being sucked off by an own known sucked. She saw some cum from all the men she sucked in her hair a little on her face. Some on her dress, from what might have dribbled from her chin, and some on her dress by her ass, and some that ran down her legs from all the men that came in her ass. It turned her on seeing all this, and having someone suck her off and not let her cum was driving her crazy. And finally, this mystery blower let her cum. And she came, and she heard coughs as she just imagined, and imagined correctly that she released so much cum that the person who sucked her off was unable to keep it all in her mouth. 

The chain was released and though her dildo was still padlocked inside her mouth, she was free to look. And she looked at her shrinking cock and saw a metallic blue ring around her cock. The lights in her glass box went out, and the lights to the room went on. And there was just Patricia in her box and me outside. My lipstick was smeared and faded a bit. And there was a wet spot on my own dress. I opened the glass box for her, and she hugged me. 

”Did you have Patricia?” 

”mmmrph mm-rmm mrmmiiimmmaa.” Which I’m pretty sure was “Yes Mistress Dyvia.” 

Oh no hun, I’m sorry I gotta go. I’m so glad that we did have the chance to get together so I could tell you this story. Well until next time! Kisses!!! 


I hope you enjoyed the story girls. Let me know your thoughts on what I wrote at mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com. Subs and slaves you better have followed your directions, or done your absolute best to do so. 

’''Til next time girls! Bye Bye! 

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