Disclaimer: this is my story, hence it is my intellectual property, do not post elsewhere without my permission. This story is for adults, and should be treated as such, at the moment it should only be available at fictionmania.tv and mistressdyvia.com 

For those submissives out there that wish to have a Mistress for a short while... you have rules to follow. 

1. For the duration of this story, you belong to me and thus you are my property. And if you choose to send feedback at the end my ownership extends to the point where you press, "send." 

2.You will say "Yes Mistress Dyvia" anytime that Aaron or Veronica does. 

3. Before reading this you must be aroused. 

4. You will either have a rose in your left hand (whether a piece of paper with a picture, drawn or photo, or a real one), or a lipstick on your lips with a color closely resembling a rose's. 

5.If you choose to send an email to me giving comments about this story, you will tell me how well you did in following the instructions above, including signing your name with "your property," 

Now without any further, adieu:

Mistress Dyvia Presents: 
 

Mistress Dyvia's Valentine's Day Rose.

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Hello darlings, I'm delighted to sit here with you again. You are always so kind to me. Now Valentines is coming, so you best be in a sexy or romantic mood. Guys you had best get your girl, at the very least a nice rose. More if you're smarter. 

So I guess you would like to hear a little Valentine's Day story, huh? Okay, I'd love to tell one anyway. I was just putting the finishing touches to my own Valentine's Day outfit. Looking in the mirror, I was wearing a nice bright red, full-length evening gown, black stocking, with red high heels. I had a nice gold necklace that hung to my just below my collarbone. It had three straps over each shoulder, which I found cute. My hair was put into a bun on the top of my head. My eyes were done in pinks and my lips in a bright red to match my dress, and both my fingernails, and my toenails matched my lipstick. I thought I looked sexy. I finished the look, as I said at the beginning of the paragraph, with a pink bow around my bun. It was valentines after all; pink and red are essential. 

Aaron wanted to make me a dinner, and I agreed to it, but he made me promise to stay on this side of the door to my bedroom. Luckily I have an adjoining bathroom. So I was all made up, and sat on my bed and opened up a book waiting for him to knock. Usually it's not a good idea to keep a mistress waiting, but for the sake of romance that will most likely lead to kinky fun I'm usually willing to be patient. 

**knock knock 

I smiled, "yes?" 

"Good evening, this is Aaron." 

I opened the door, "hi Aaron," I said with enthusiasm. 

"Hi Dyvia," he said as he offered me a dozen beautiful, long stemmed, red roses, "these are for you." 

"awwww. They're beautiful." I took them eagerly and inhaled deeply. "Thank you so much." 

"You are welcome." 

He then offered out his arm, and I put my hand through it. He led me back to the kitchen. He had really out done himself. Filet Mignon, Chicken cordon bleu, shrimp scampi, carrots, corn, peas, potatoes, rice, pasta, freshly cooked rolls, both white and wheat. 

I smiled as I opened the cabinet for a vase, and poured some water into it, "you know there is no way I'm going to eat everything here." I opened up the flowers, "you way out did yourself, Aaron." And put the roses into the vase. 

"Thank You Dyvia." He took the vase from me and put it into the center of the table. "I just wanted you to have plenty to choose from." He then lit two candles, and pulled out a chair, offering it to me. 

"Thank You," I sat down and pushed me in gently. I took a napkin and laid it across my lap as he walked to the available food. "What would you like?" 

Admittedly, I started with an "uhhh..." but I made up my mind quickly enough. And he quickly made my plate for me. I waited patiently for him to make up his. He sat down, and I was very impressed with his manners. Held his fork in his left hand cut with his right, put his knife down, took his fork in his right hand, and ate. He kept his left hand on his lap unless cutting his meat. Such little things that have go unnoticed these days, but it shows a bit of sophistication. He only took bites of food when I did, and he took small bites. I was very impressed. And on valentines, that sophistication can be quite romantic. Even at the end of the meal, when I stopped eating, so had he. 

He said that he would clean up in the kitchen, and I could watch television or relax until he was ready. I stepped back into my bedroom, and quickly stripped my clothes off. I was sooooo turned on. I was pulling out his girl-self tonight whether he wanted it or not. I was still seeing in pink and reds. I opened up my wardrobe, almost everything was going to be red, A red corset, red latex opera gloves, red ankle-high boots with a four inch heel, red garters, pink stockings, a pink choker, and dark red lips. I took a red lip pencil and drew a very small heart under my left cheek. 

Just as I was looking at myself in the mirror, my hair still in a bun with the pink bow, I heard him say, "Dyvia, I'm all done, I got a movie for us to watch." 

I called out to him, "be right there." 

I walked out, made sure my heels were clicking nice and loudly. He stood up and turned around to face me, his mouth dropped as I swayed my hips. He was lost for words; I smiled, put my weight on one foot, and stuck out my other a bit, "What are you gawking at?" 

He stammered out a, "Mistress Dyvia?" 

"That's right, Aaron." 

"B-b-but..." 

"No 'buts,' you got me excited, so you'll just have to pay the price." I tried to not laugh, and was barely able to contain myself. 

With what seemed like a mix of resignation and eagerness he said, "yes Mistress." I love hearing that. But I'm sure you know that already. 

"Take off all your clothes." And he did so. I grabbed him by his penis... I mean I grabbed him by his cock, it sounds more sexual that way. Anyway I grabbed him by his cock and led him back to my bedroom. He was already smooth, so no worries there. I sat him down on my bed. I walked into my bathroom, and grabbed a few pieces of makeup. I threw them on the bed beside him. He was as solid as rock. 

I was mostly in red with a little pink; he was going to be mostly in pinks with a little red. I went into my closet and pulled him out a pink wig to get him started. It was short, but it was cute. I put it over his head. I did his make up in pinks, with a shiny pink lipstick. A little blush, though he didn't need it at all. I put his feet into pink six-inch heels. I pulled out a pair of breast forms and used a little adhesive to stick them to his chest. I liked his cock that hard right now, it gave off the sex smell. It aroused me. But it meant no panties for him. Instead I pulled out a pink butt plug that had a little mettle loop at the end. I put a pink corset on him, not a real one, more of a lingerie one. Took a little pressure from his 'tits' off his chest. I put a pink garter on him, with red stockings. I glued fake nails on his fingers and painted them pink. I put a little gold bracelet on his left hand that said "property of Mistress Dyvia." Then I locked a four-inch posture collar around his neck. In my nightstand I had some long chains, I hooked two to D rings on his front left side and ran them down his chest, down his stomach and along either side of his cock and clasped them to his butt plug. I took a third chain and clasped it from the back of his collar to his butt plug. Using bondage tape I attached his wrists together while his left and right hands were doing their best to touch the opposite arm's elbows behind his back. I snuggly secured another chain from his wrists to the butt plug, and as a final piece of amusement for myself; I attached a chain to each of his ankles, and padlocked them in place (as well as locking him into his heels), and attached them to his wrist. Essentially whenever he would try to walk, or adjust his arms, it would cause him to make the butt plug squirm inside of him, but since they were attached to his collar, it would never come out. I put a 2-inch ring gag in his mouth, and said, "You're Veronica now." 

I grabbed her cock and pulled, until she stood up. I attached a leash to her collar and led her back to the living room. The DVD player had shut off, but I sat her down next to me and turned it back on. I wasn't sure what it was, but since it was valentines, it had to be a romance movie, so I said, "If I cry, I fuck you with this," and I pulled out an 8 inch strap-on from inside the coffee table drawer. Yeah I know I'm a horny girl, I get toys all over the place, you don't even want to know what's in my freezer, well maybe you do, just not tonight. "But if you cry, maybe I'll let you fuck me up the ass with it." It was fair. So I pressed the 'play' button. The movie was Meet Joe Black. As it started I grabbed a small bowl of strawberries and some hot chocolate syrup. I was dipping them in the chocolate. I looked at her; she looked like she wanted some. 

"One grunt for 'yes,' Veronica, two for 'no,'" do you want some?" She grunted once. "Well, that could be tricky." I paused the movie, got up and threw a few strawberries and some chocolate syrup into a blender and made a rather gooey smoothie, I poured it into a bowl like my chocolate one, I tasted it, a bit more chocolaty than I planned, but it was fine. I sat down beside her and grabbed, yup, you guessed it, another dildo, it was small 5-inches with a 1-inch girth, but I dipped the tip of it into the smoothie, and slid into her mouth through the ring gag. I resumed the movie alternating between myself dipping a strawberry into chocolate and dipping her dildo into a smoothie and letting her suckle it. I ran out of strawberries shortly there after, and only gave her one more suckle, before putting them away. Before long I was engrossed in this movie, which lasted over three hours. And at the end, I was crying, so I was going to fuck Veronica, but to my surprise so did she. Which means she was going to fuck me in my ass, well I know how to enjoy that, but I couldn't just let her have the top position could I? 

I brought her down to the playroom and attached the strap-on around her waist and tucking her still rock hard penis out of the way. I tied her to an "x" frame, and moved a table up to her. "Here's the deal Veronica, I'm going to lay myself out here, and I'm going to use the palm of my hands to make a beat, on the table, every time I hit the table with my hand, you will thrust into me, got it?" Grunt. 

I used plenty of lube on the dildo as well as my own ass, and slid myself onto it, I felt nice and full. I rapped on the table. Veronica went out and then in. What a good girl. 

Rapp... Rapp... Rapp... Rapp... I kept at a nice pace for a while, but found myself after a while getting into a nice divergent rhythm. RappRappRapp... Rapp... RappRapp...RappRappRapp... Rapp... RappRapp... As I rapidly approached my own climax it just turned into a steady motion of RappRappRappRappRappRapp. 

When I finally climaxed, I slid myself off of her, and I tied her hands to her knees. I attached her collar to the table so her ass was sticking out, and her penis almost pointed down. I used a spreader bar to keep her feet exactly two feet apart and attached each end of it to the table legs. I finally removed her ring gag, and gave her these rules; "You will call for me to fuck you, whenever you feel that I'm not giving my full effort or whenever I slow down. And you will tell me when you are about to cum." 

"Yes Mistress Dyvia." 

With that and liberal usage of some lube, I began to fuck her. In and out. She grunted, she moaned, sometimes she even screamed. But my favorite part was when she called out "fuck me Mistress Dyvia! Please fuck me hard!!" It didn't take too long for her to cry out, "I'm going to cum!" That's when I slowed down, and grabbed a wine glass, and put it to the tip of her engorged cock, I was thrusting into her with long, deep and slow thrusts, and she squirted into my wine glass. When she was all done, I counted down as I gave her ten final long, slow, and deep thrusts, and pulled out of her. 

I took off her restraints and told her that she did well, "Thank you Mistress." I went back to the kitchen and saw the roses; I grabbed two, as well as one more wine glass and a bottle of wine. I put the empty wine glass next to the cum filled one, and poured wine into both of them. I put a rose into her left hand as I held one in my left hand; I took the plain wine glass and held it up to her, "to Valentine's Day, Veronica." And I watched to see if she would take the cum and wine filled glass... 

The End.

I know... I'm a bit sadistic. Guess you'll just have to either assume that she did what you would do in my presence, or you'll have to ask me. I encourage email for comments, or criticism... or that final sentence ;)