Ciara

Sadly this is the story I seem to consistently forget.I finished the story in 2021, forgot to post it until 2023 on Patreon… Forgot to publicly post it until 2025.  That being said, stick around for after the story for a fun announcement.

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.

Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. You are my emasculated and feminized little toy.  Go ahead say it out loud, Mistress Dyvia, I am your emasculated and feminized little toy.”  Now doesn’t that feel good, knowing your mistress still wants you even if her crimson painted baby finger’s nail is more manly than you?  :p

Rule #2 Now that you know you belong to me, you need a symbol of that, put on your chastity cage or your lipstick before continuing, if you don’t have either… You may take a permanent marker and write, “Mistress Dyvia’s property’ above your clitty.

Rule #3. You will be aroused and keep yourself aroused.  This will be even hotter for me if you are in chastity,

Rule #4. You may not cum without permission.  Read the paragraph after the ending to know what to do.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents: Ciara By: Mistress Dyvia

Ciara stepped out of the elevator, and she walked confidently down the hallway, her heels echoed off the marble floors.  She reached her office.  And opened her laptop.  She took a minute to take a sip from her coffee barely noticing the pink mark she left on the spout.

She had a meeting shortly, a client had some questions and wanted a face to face.  Ciara was confident she would make it happen, she usually did… but first, she had to sit in on an HR issue.  Apparently one of the R&D guys couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and said some things to offend some coworkers.  That came first.

She let out a sigh, and double checked herself in the mirror, her blond hair was pulled tight in a bun, she wore a white blazer and matching pencil skirt, she had a navy blue blouse and her heels matched her blouse.  A couple gold bracelets dangled from her right wrist which matched her hoop earrings, a gold necklace with a simple moon pendant and finally a smart watch that was on her left wrist.  Her makeup wasn’t overly done, well, maybe her mascara was a bit voluminous, but that didn’t count.

She stepped out of her office and headed to HR.  She opened the door, “So I tried to stick two fingers into her box-”

Ciara cut him off, “-Her what?””

He looked sheepishly, realizing who she was, “She brought a case for the power supply, you can fit your fingers in it, but to have full access, you’d need a screwdriver.  She dropped a screw in it, so I stuck two fingers into her box trying to reach them.”

“I see.”

The HR manager, Jo encouraged, “And then what?”

I said, “It was like Prom, all over again.”

Ciara and Jo sighed at the same time.  But Ciara spoke, “Okay, look, I’m talking, you are listening, You do not say things like that in my building. I get it, it's funny, but it's inappropriate.  We don’t want any of our associates feeling like they could be the butt of a joke… No pun intended.”

“Sorry.” he put his head down, “I heard her say some jokes like that, so I thought it would be okay.”

Jo spoke, “it isn’t.”  She continued to explain to him why it wasn’t okay, gave him a written warning, and a suspension that would be lifted once he watched a seminar video and passed a test.

After that Ciara met with her client, and before she knew it, they had an agreement.  It was almost lunch time and she sat down with her friend Liz.  They ate in the cafeteria of the building they worked in, and they had four people interrupt their lunch, saying things to the effect of, “Thanks for the bonus.”  She had issued bonuses to everyone in the company, all part time employees had received a bonus equivalent to 10% of their salaries.  Full-timers received 20% and the salaried management 33%...  Everyone was happy, they were oddly not overworked, and yet they hit projections of 10% over the previous year.

Liz saw the stress, “Same issues?” 

“Yeah.” she said.  “Just sucks. Have those cravings, and definitely not in a position to live it.”

Liz smiled, “I might know a guy.”

“Oh?” she said jokingly.

“I do… seriously.  He knows his shit, and is.. firm..”  Liz said a bit vaguely and conspiratorially, “Let me know, I’ll make a call.”

She got home and opened up her email again, this time it was her personal one, not her professional one.

There were several emails.  She decided to get back to them.  She loaded a porn site up and scrolled for BDSM videos… took off her clothes and slowly massaged her breasts with one hand, while the other applied a constant building pressure on her clit.   She pictured the man holding her down, locking her, and having his way with her… And she came…  then checked her emails…

One from her therapist asking if she wanted to rethink her decision to skip hypnotherapy to bring control to her personal life the way she did in her work life.

Two were from a dating App. A Mistress  in a poly house who wanted to invite her to a meet and greet. And another was a guy who was knowledgeable about BDSM, but had little experience and was asking if she would be interested in starting slowly if she was okay being the domme.

And then came an odd one, from ‘Doctor C. Kaerf,’ accusing her of stealing his technology and threatening to sue unless she paid him millions, unless she met with him for dinner for negotiations…

Ugh, what a day…

What should Ciara do?  But in her horny state she wanted to finally do something to scratch this itch… Ask her friend Liz to make a call? Try hypnotherapy to suppress her submissive side? Meet with the Mistress? Meet with the inexperienced Sub? Or agree to have dinner with the Doctor with strange technology?

Being decisive at work was one thing, but at home there was so much more anxiety driving.  At work it was almost like a set path of signs, if he says that, you do this, if they respond this way, you can bend, if they don’t stay rigid.  It was a set of expected behaviors, and even in new situations that made everything easier, but so much of her life had been dedicated to her career, from her days in high school, through college and even the start of her career, she knew what she wanted and she strived for it. 

At home, in her private room, she imagined the perfect lover and how he would be tender at some moments and then push her down and have his way with her.  He would make demands and it honestly made her puss gush with the idea of doing as she was told by her Master,.  But these didn’t make life easier for her.  She had trouble fitting the two sides of herself together.

She looked at the matches and decided not to respond to either..  Would she regret them later?  Probably, she liked women, and having a dominatrix lead her around was appealing.  But she wasn’t sure how being submissive to such a woman would affect her daily life.. Her professional life.  She had no desire to dominate a man, or anyone. Not in her off hours.

The doctor.. Kaerf.. He was easy. She just forwarded that email to the head of security.  That was a  professional thing, and made things easier for choosing.  She was sure security would have things settled by morning.

Liz offered to call someone.  She wasn’t even sure if it was a man or a woman, but no. As appealing as that sounded, she wanted something more genuine.  She wasn’t here for a one night stand.

She opened the email to her therapist, and finally agreed to her suggestion, ‘Yeah, let’s discuss the hypnotherapy tomorrow.”

The next day she arrived at work as she had the day before.  She checked her email and saw that she had an appointment confirmed with her therapist.  She also had an email from security in regards to Kaerf.  Apparently if she had showed up for that dinner, he was going to drug her, and implant some mind controlling device in her to gain influence in the company… Holy shit, glad she dodged that bullet. Police were called, technology was acquired and Kaerf was gone.

Ciara left the office in the late morning for her therapy session.  They talked for a little while about how Ciara found herself in conflict with her personal-personality at odds with her professional personality. 

The doctor offered some choices about how to proceed, but warned her some of the techniques were a bit new. 

The first way was to help her find a set of rules, almost like an algorithm to navigate her personal issues and interactions.  Find a way to come to peace with her submissive urges, maybe even embrace them with someone.

The next method was to create a split, using the base personality of Ciara, construct a new confident person in her personal and social life that would compliment her professional side.

The third option was to use negative reinforcement to discourage her submissive tendencies, while using positive reinforcement to encourage her more dominant tendency.

She thanked the doctor, but didn’t want to make a decision just yet.  She went back to work and dealt with some issues and finished off most of her checklist before heading home. She spent the night thinking about her options in hypnotherapy.  But she knew what she would do by the time she got up in the morning.

Ciara found herself a bit more distracted than usual while at work.  She had made a decision, it was time for her to embrace her more… aggressive.. Tendencies.  Even though she had that urge to embrace her submissiveness in her personal life, that never led her to success.  Her strategic, aggressive and constant pushing forward did her well in the professional world, and if she wanted that same success in her personal life, she knew she would need to embrace those as well.

She finally met with her therapist and told her about her decision.  Her therapist agreed to help find her as there was a behavior study being funded by a local university. She agreed to make some calls and to meet back early the following week to see if they could get it started.

Well, a week later she was meeting with her therapist, but not at the office, but in a lab at the university.  There was a lab tech named Mark and he was administering an adhesive to a few transparent strips that almost looked like tape, but felt softer and flexible like silk.  “Okay, so to go over this one more time, once I put these on your back, they won’t come off for 6 weeks, we won’t be able to undo that without potentially hurting you, you are okay with that?”

Ciara nodded her head, “I get it.”

He nodded his head.  “Can you remove your top please?”

Ciara turned away from him and lifted the back of her blouse up, and she felt the warmth of the adhesive and he slowly put one down the center of her back, and and then two more on each side of the first about a fingernail’s width apart and then two more on either side of those. 

“Okay, that’s it.  Give it about five minutes and you can pull down your top, I’ll step outside until the time is up.”  and he left.  Ciara found herself talking with her therapist about nothing important, just small talk.  And after a few minutes had passed, Mark stepped back in.  “So here's the thing, I’m going to put this bracelet around your wrist, once clasped it will not unclasp for 6 weeks, it will monitor your vitals, your nervous system and a number of other things to see if you are breaking the conditioning you have agreed to.”

Ciara nodded her head, “I understand.” and she did.  Both her and her therapist had explained it more than once.  It will monitor her for indecisive behavior and shock her if she doesn’t make a firm decision quicker.  It would actually give her the equivalent of a back massage if she was firm and decisive in her actions and speech.

A smirk appeared on her face as she wondered if there was work around since it actually couldn’t read her mind.  If she found that perfect dominant male, could she demand he took her right there?  She snorted a laugh at the tides of demanding dominance, the irony.

Mark continued, “Which is more of a Christmas color?  Green or red?”

Ciara looked at him, What kind of question was that?  “Umm.. I guess-”

Bzzztt..

“Fuck.. that hurt.”  Ciara said as he reached for a part of her back she couldn’t easily reach.

Mark repealed the question, “Which is more of a Christmas color?  Red or Green?”

Ciara went with the first thought in her head, “Red.  Like Santa Clause’s outfit.”  And then there was a gentle purring sensation on her back, and it felt divine.

The trio went over a few other things, but Mark went his way and Ciara and her therapist walked to the parking lot.  She looked at Ciara, “I’d ask you if you were sure, but once the consent forms were signed, it kinda was too late.”

“I’ll be fine.  As long as no one asks me any questions before my coffee in the morning.”

He laughed, and then added, “Now comes the uncomfortable part of this hypnotherapy.”

He led her into a room, “Normally this is done with just a voice, but this experiment will require other things.”

“Other things?” Ciara asked just as he held up a blue syringe, “Oh…  Other things.”

“It’ll be fine, this will put you in a suggestive state, I will re-emphasize the things you have discussed with me, and the device on your neck will reinforce your behavior until it is completely natural for you.”

Ciara smiled with a forced smile as she said, “Let’s do it.”

The therapist injected the blue liquid into her arm and then held up a card, “Do you see this?”

“A queen of Diamonds.” Ciara acknowledged.

“Yes, “It is also the last thing you will remember unt-”

It was over.  She felt good, relaxed, and more confident.  Far more confident.

And just as she was promised, she was fine.  More or less.  Every day she had far less shocks than the day before, and she only got shocked a few times at work.  Apparently that had some room for improvement. Nights were a different story, she woke up from some dreams with a shock, apparently she was being indecisive in her dreams.  She hoped she would get over that soon.  But it wasn’t until she got through a full day without a single shock, that she decided to look at a dating scene again. Sadly that didn’t include nights.

She looked at a kink dating website, set up her own profile and waited. She was able to clear a large number of men from her ‘potential’ list by the fact they were sending too many dick pics.

She narrowed the list down to three people: Cecil, a man who had urges to be changed into a sissy by a dominant woman. Laura, a woman who was looking for a good friend outside the bedroom, but a ruthless mistress inside the bedroom.  And Jacob, a businessman who was wildly successful in his day job, but sought control from someone else in his ‘off hours.’  Each of them resonated with her, Cecil was a man that needed a firm hand, a goal she had been striving for too, Laura was beautiful, sensual and alluring, and Jacob resonated with her as he seemed to be a male version of herself. She liked the way she could humiliate Cecil, but Jacob appealed to her, if only there was more of a crossover between the two…

She looked at the three for some time, and decided on: Jacob. She knew it had to be Jacob, he was like the male version of herself before she decided to try and take dominance into her personal life.  They could be a power couple in the day or in their public life.  And in their private life she would take control, she would command and he would obey.  She felt the purring on her back as she made the decision and didn’t get caught in the indecision she had been getting caught up in for years… in her personal life.

She wrote an email to Jacob, and impressively he had responded within twenty minutes. They traded a few sentences back and forth in order to get a feeling for one another.  Finally, trying to take the lead Ciara told Jacob she wanted to meet him that Saturday night, told him which restaurant and when to be there… There was no suggestion as to the instructions, it was an instruction to be followed exactly as she expected it to be.  Jacob agreed.

Saturday came, and she treated herself by going dress shopping earlier in the day.  But of course, one simply doesn’t just buy herself a dress, she needs the makeup, the jewelry, the shoes, the lingerie and of course the perfume to go with it.  But it was alright, it fell under ‘dress shopping’ and she was rewarded with pleasure from the bands on her back.  Decisiveness was quickly becoming a rewarded behavior, and decisions on her personal life were becoming as black and white as the decisions in her professional life. 

Jacob arrived and brought her a bouquet of a half a dozen roses, they were nice.  She enjoyed the way his gaze drifted over her body, and she took the roses, smelled them and told him, “These are nice.” she inhaled slowly and deeply, “But next time, I prefer white lilies.”

“I apologize, I’ll remember next-”  he started.

But she cut him off, “Not at all, it is appreciated, but next time you’ll be doing even better.”  She held out her arm for him, and he looked confused.  “Put your hand in my arm, and I will lead us into the restaurant.” He looked a bit nervous, but relented.  As he put his hand into the loop her arm made, his body language screamed that he felt emasculated.  Most men held their arms out for women, and they led the arm candy around.  They entered the restaurant, after she held the door for him with a smirk and they were led to a table. “I will order for the both of us,” she told him, “Though I would like an idea of your top three choices.”  He told her and when the server came back she ordered picking the most expensive dish of his three top choices.  They talked a bit of small talk while waiting for the food to be served.  Once their appetizers were out they started discussing their career goals and started to learn about their similar work paths.  One could have mistaken them for a normal couple.  They were given the check, she showed him the check, “Can you pay this without difficulties?”  he nodded his head, “Good, pay and give her a thirty percent tip.” he did. This was a partial test, to see if he had been honest about his background. They actually stood outside for a while and chatted, but it got more intimate, they discussed some of the stuff they had on their profiles.  She admitted her lack of experience, but her determination to be the leader in her personal relationships as much as she was in her profession.   He admitted he needed a break from his leadership roles at home and was willing to give the ‘female led relationship’ a try. She smiled.  This was going to be fun.  But what would she do that very night?  There were three basic answers sitting before her: Send him on his way and masturbate about the things she would do to him later. Go back to his house and give into passion. Or take him back to her place, where she knew she had toys and outfits to tease him with…

She snorted a laugh out of her nose, that wasn’t even a question, she knew she was taking him home with her."Did I miss something?" he asked at her unexplained laugh. 

"No not at all, obviously I thought of my options and exactly what we could do from here, but straight up; I'm taking you home."

A big smile formed across his face, and he adjusted his clothes, ready to follow her.

She decided to drive, made him get in the passenger side, and they made a little bit more small talk as they drove back to her home. He didn't seem very surprised at how large her home was, however given they both had similar backgrounds financially, it was probably expected. She actually wondered about his home.

She invited him inside, and by 'invited,' She grabbed him by the upper arm and let him inside the front door and sat him on the couch. She told him to wait, and came back with a champagne glass and handed it to him simply saying, "I'm going to put on something a little less comfortable." and started to walk away.

A few seconds later she heard him say, "this is ginger ale." 

"Of course it is, I wouldn't want alcohol to dull any of what's going to happen tonight."  Without another word he took another sip as she left the room.

Ciara knew this night was going to come soon enough, even if she didn't know who it was going to be. but now that he was here… She had some special outfits ready. She opened up her closet and walked inside. She walked past the work clothes, passed her nice dresses, walking slowly towards the end where she had her lingerie and other private intimate clothes… and here she had some new, hotter clothes. her fingers danced along the bags knowing what was in each little dress bag. spoiler: They weren't all dresses.

It was a while later when she finally re-emerged to find her date looking at the pictures on the wall. She started walking down the stairs, and her high heel started making a very familiar sound that echoed in the room. He turned around and looked at her from head to toes and his mouth just dropped, of course that made her smile.

She was wearing a black leather corset which covered her breasts, and tightened her waist. It had the illusion of making her breasts look bigger than they were, and judging by the way his eyes had locked onto her chest it had a very flattering look. She had a matching skirt that made it halfway down her thighs and was very tight, the downside is she had to take smaller steps, the bright side was that it showed off the most appealing look to her ass that she could have dreamed for. Her high heels were simply open-toed and black, but showed off her red painted toenails. and she had the cutest little black gloves.

She walked over to him without saying a word, and took a grip on his tie and pulled him back to the couch and pushed him down aggressively. He had a huge smile on his face.

She straddled one of his legs, her me between his legs and very close to his crotch. He looked almost uncomfortable, but his smile hadn't left. She took one of his hands and pushed it down below the couch seat, and then she asked him, "do you feel that?"

"It's a pole."

She nodded her head, "That's right, I had it modified some time ago for a moment similar to this." not that she was about to say she was hoping at one point for this scenario to be the other way around. but now that she was committed to being the domme, it already had its purpose. "Now move your hands closer to your center along the pole."

His hands slowly moved closer together as his eyes went wide, "Are those handcuffs?"

"mmhmmm." she started, and then added, "and if you lock those around your wrists, your safe word for the evening will be ‘pineapples.’ if we continue after tonight, we'll find something better."

She heard them click. and then she reached behind his arms and falled them down to find both of his arms were secured by the handcuffs. She stood up and walked to his kitchen, returning only a moment later with a pair of fabric scissors in her hand. His eyes went a little wide, but she had a deviant little amused smile on her face as she slowly cut his clothes off of him one little four-inch piece at a time until he was completely naked and sitting in a confetti-like mess that was once his shirt, pants, and underwear.

She made out with him for a little while, got him nice and hard too. but once she got him to the point of excitement that she wanted, she stopped. With disappointment on his face, she disappeared to the kitchen only to return with a bowl of ice cubes.  She used them very well to get him nice and soft once again. She told him to close his eyes, he did. He clearly felt her doing something with his penis there was cold plastic, and when she told him to open his eyes he found that his penis had been locked in a chastity device…

She toyed with it for a little while. sometimes licking it, and kissing it. She even suckled on it for a little bit while teasing it with her tongue. but his cock was tightly trapped and not going to escape at all. She put the key around her neck. and asked him if he was all hers, ready to obey every single command.

"I am."

"you are, what?"

"I am, Mistress."

Mistress Ciara smiled, "That's a good pet." She reached behind him, and undid his handcuffs. She pointed to a door across the room, "The bathroom is in there. I want you to shower, and you'll notice the pink razor. I want you to remove every bit of hair below your neck and then get your ass back here as quickly as possible."

He looked confused, but looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her chest for a moment, and then not in his head, "Yes, mistress."

"If you have trouble with your back, that's fine. I'll help you next time. Assuming that you want to keep going after tonight."

She sat around for a while waiting for him to finish.  It was probably over a half an hour, but then she heard the shower turn off. She had her own little toy to play with. And considering it was her first time using it, it took her longer than she would have expected to figure out exactly.

When Jacob emerged from the bathroom, his eyes were transfixed on the novelty size cock that was strapped to her crotch. Before he could say anything, she said, "nothing to worry about just yet, pet."

While he was in the shower, she laid out several little accessories for him. and it started with panties and a bra. The panties seemed almost especially made for his chastity device. The bra was perfect for just below his pecs, but the cups were huge and were empty. That was not a problem. She had very large breast forms that she slid right in there. and with a couple pieces of tape they wouldn't bounce around too much. and she pulled over his head a black satin dress which covered him from neck to just a little below his ass, and had poofy sleeves that only went halfway down his upper arm. Then came the white. A pair of white see-through lacey gloves. A white apron, again this was lacey as well. and she had a white cap, but that was put to the side for now. She opened a little baggie that had a blonde wig in it. First came the hair cap, this covered up his head and then the wig went over it. She spent a couple of moments arranging it properly before putting that little white cap on the top of his head. She had him sit down while she pulled the sheer stockings up his thighs. He couldn't stop staring at his own feminine looking legs. and finally a pair of high heels, with a little added bonus, they had a little padlocks to lock him right into his new footwear.

She stood up and had him follow. He struggled with walking in those heels, but she was patient.  They walked back to the bathroom, where she did his makeup. dark red lips, thick eyelashes, and sexy smoky eyeshadow. She could have done more, but this was less about making him look like a real woman, and making sure he knew his emasculated place.

She let him have a moment to look at his new appearance, "I won't bother with a name tonight, sissy.  'Sissy' is all you will get for an identity until we decide whether we want to make this more permanent or not. understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She had him follow her back to the couch. "Now be a good sissy maid and clean this up." Ciara gestured to the confetti that was once his clothes. "The dustpan and broom are in that closet." She pointed to a door. and then went into another one herself. 

She was only gone for about a minute and a half, and he'd only cleaned up about half of the debris. She sat down on a stool and crossed her legs and watched as the sissy maid cleaned up the mess she had made.

Once the sissy maid was finished, Ciara used one finger to tell him to follow her. The sissy maid minced his steps to follow after his mistress.

It was a bedroom, a woman's bedroom decorated in pinks and pastels.  Ciara spoke, "this is normally my guest room, but for tonight this will be our room." She gestured to the night table, where the sissy maids eyes went wide as he saw there was a gag and a butt plug on the table in front of the alarm clock. "All right sissy, I'm going delight in making you choose what is going to happen."

Ciara's device in her neck did not zap her for indecision. there was no indecision at making the sissy choose. It was a tease in its own right, but she continued,"take that four-inch penis gag in your mouth, and I will fuck your ass until your little clitty comes all over the bed. then I'll take out the gag and make you clean up your own mess. Or you can take the butt plug in your ass, and then I fuck your face with a strap on until there's a mess for you to clean up in and on your face, possibly along your chest and your hair. but you'll sleep with the plug in place." The last part suggesting that the phallic object strapped to her waist had a reservoir and could squirt…

The sissy maid's eyes went back and forth between the two toys. Clearly he was very aware that both toys were smaller than the strap-on around his new mistress' waist.

Ciara asked, "it starts with saying, 'Mistress please stick whichever toy into whichever hole.' and then I'll take control from there."

Sissy's eyes went wide, clearly his mind going through every possibility. and then his eyes locked into one of the toys, and he said, "mistress please stick…"

but maybe that's a tale for another night.

The End?

Got blue balls after that one?  Does my pet wish to cum?  Then you have one little assignment, say the whole sentence as you would have said it in his position. find a way to let me know, maybe we'll be in a comment below, maybe in an email, maybe you'll throw it on social media? but when you respond as a sissy maid should have, I give you permission to cum.

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