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Jingle Bells

Dec 20, 2025

Joel is eating dinner with Holly, and passes out... When he wakes up, he is feminized, trapped in latex, arms bound behind his back, or is it 'her back'... and of course two jingling bells dangling from his latex nipples.

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. For those unowned Subs and Sissies: Rules: 1. If you wish to be my pet for the story, all you have to do is declare it. “I [your sissy name] belong to Mistress D!” And there you are, you are mine! 2. Keep a tube of lipstick handy, I expect you to replenish it everytime Joel/Noelle drinks from a flask. 3. Stay Aroused pet. One finger only and you may only stimulate the bottom of your clitty… No cumming without permission. 4. Enjoy the holdiay season. Read More Mistress D Holiday Stories!

5. You may cum once you’ve commented below. Good girl! Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Jingle Bells

By: Mistress Dyvia

“I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.” Sigourney Weaver's character said to Paul Reiser’s character… before anything else could happen, the television turned off.

Joel got up, and walked over to Holly, she just spent the last hour making a meal. “It smells great, hun." Joel said as he sat down.

She poured him a drink, and then sat down and started putting together her own dish. The two of them tasted. "So have you decided whether or not we should go to your family or mine next week?”

She was putting the ball in his court, and he respected that. They did go to his family for Thanksgiving, so it would only be right to go to hers for Christmas. “We can go to your parents, it's totally up to you.”

She smiled, “fabulous." And then he felt a weird wave of dizziness, a bit of tunnel vision, spots of gray at the peripherals of his vision. He tried to shake it off. He looked at Holly, but she just sat there with a smile, “I have other ideas." And everything went black.

Joel woke up, everything was off. He was… on the ground, it was hard, concrete… it was cold, as he tried to adjust himself, he became aware of other things… his arms were handcuffed behind his back. He was wearing some sort of skin tight outfit, and it was really tight, not choking him or squeezing him in any dangerous way, but it may as well have been a second skin. It had a distinctive smell to it. The last thing he could remember was Holly saying that she had other ideas…

As he tried to right himself, he was suddenly very much aware of the two very large breasts hanging off his chest. What really brought his attention to it…Aside from the weight, was the ringing, there were two bells attached to the fake nipples. His eyes were adjusting to the light, he was also wearing high heel shoes. He'd never worn anything like that in his life.

He inched himself back to the wall, and tried to get himself up to his feet. Every movement seemed to set off a jingling sound from his chest. He took a couple of tentative steps forward, they were very clumsy, the weight of his chest threw off his equilibrium, the fact that he didn't know how to walk in those heels was also an issue.

As he moved along the wall, he felt a light switch, he flipped it on. He was in a room, it looked like it was in a basement level given the floor. There was a mirror, and he looked in it, and he looked like a woman. There was padding on his hips, and the breasts, some sort of built-in corset. The catsuit and the heels were a shiny green latex-like material… it might have been latex, he wasn't sure… and the heels matched it perfectly.

He had to get out of there… he made his way to the door, turned around, fumbled for thekn ob before turning it. He was surprised that it actually opened.

He used the door to get one of the bells off of one of his nipples, but the other one is a little too tricky, he couldn't quite get the angle right, but he didn't want to stay still for too long. So he decided to move along.

He stepped outside, it was a small corridor and he had the choice of going left or right. He picked left, every step he took still jingled his bells. He was trying to go quietly.

He was walking by a door when he heard the jingle from his own chest, and then a disturbance in the room to his left… he tried to move quickly, but he heard a voice, “Noelle, did you escape again?”

He turned around, there was a woman with a silver latex outfit, but she had a belt with a riding crop dangling off the side, she had long violet hair that went almost down to her knees.

"I think you have me mistaken for someone else.”

She seemed to laugh as she walked forward, she grabbed Joel by his upper left arm and pulled him back into her ominous room.

"Who are you? What is this place?”

She giggled, and then held her hair in front of him, "I am Mistress Violet.” she played with one of his nipples for a second, "did you lose one of your bells?” She paused for a moment, “can't have that happening again, can we?" It wasn't really a question. Just something to be said to remind him of how little power he has

She walked him to a chair, it was reclined, she hooked some sort of leash to his wrist, and then pressed a button on a remote and it pulled him right back into the chair, she manually used her arms to lift his legs into the stirrups.

Once he was secured, she pulled over a pack of some sort, it looked almost like a leaf blower. She dropped it on the floor right beside him, and took out an exacto knife, she started to cut away at the material exposing his chest. She lifted the breasts right off his chest. There was a bit of relief as he realized the breasts were part of the costume.

Mistress Violet pulled out these two tubes, and brought them to his exposed chest. To his surprise, she pushed two needles directly into the tips of his nipples. A moment later she heard it whurring in the pack beside the recliner. There was a pressure in hsi chest, and then he watched in horror as his chest seemed to inflate. Each breast getting bigger and bigger. Once each one was about the size of a cantaloupe, she stopped. She felt around them, testing them, evaluating them… and then she pulled out the gun…

Not the kind of gun that you're afraid is going to leave you in the morgue, the kind of gun that is going to leave jewelry hanging from you. A moment later, with a sharp pain, both of his ears had been pierced, and both of his ears had jingling bells hanging from them. As if that wasn't hard enough, She started playing with his nipples, and once one of them was hard enough, that was pierced as well, and left with a jingling bell… then the other…

Finally, she had a flask of something, and brought it to his lips. “Drink." He wanted to refuse, but something deep down made him think that it was something he had to do, so he did… He found himself unable to move, and she placed a helmet that reminded him of a VR helmet over his head… the light was so bright, the sounds were so loud… so intense… that everything went dark.

Joel woke up, everything was off. He was… on the ground, it was hard, concrete… it was cold, as he tried to adjust himself, he became aware of other things… his arms were handcuffed behind his back. He was wearing some sort of skin tight outfit, and it was really tight, not choking him, but it may as well have been a second skin. It had a distinctive smell to it. The last thing he could remember was Holly saying that she had other ideas…

As he tried to right himself, he was suddenly very much aware of the two very large breasts hanging off his chest. They were sore. What really brought his attention to it was the ringing, there were two bells attached to the very real nipples. There were similar jingling bells hanging off of his ears. His eyes were adjusting to the light, he was also wearing high heel shoes. He'd never worn anything like that in his life.

He inched himself back to the wall, and tried to get himself up to his feet. Every movement seemed to set off a jingling sound from his chest. He took a couple of tentative steps forward, they were very clumsy, the weight of his heavy chest threw off his equilibrium, the fact that he didn't know how to walk in those heels was also an issue.

As he moved along the wall, he felt a light switch, he flipped it on. He was in a room, it looked like it was in a basement level given the floor. There was a mirror, and he looked in it, and he looked like a woman. There was padding on his hips, and the breasts… they were so big and heavy… There was also some sort of built-in corset. The catsuit and the heels were a shiny green latex-like material… it might have been latex, he wasn't sure… and the heels matched it perfectly.

He had to get out of there… he made his way to the door and turned the knob. He was surprised that it actually opened.

He thought about trying to use the door to get the jingling bells off his nipples, but that was going to hurt… same thing with his ears.

He stepped out, he could have walked to the left, or to the right… he chose the right. He walked down a corridor. And there was a flight of stairs. He started to ascend the stairs, and when he reached the top, there seemed to be some sort of reception area. He couldn't tell which way to go, it was like a hospital, signs everywhere.

He was trying to walk slowly so his bells wouldn't jingle, and so far he had been lucky. But not perfectly so, as he heard a voice behind him, “Noelle, did you escape again?"

His heart jumped, he turned around to face his accuser. He couldn't seem to find the willpower to look her in the eye, but he was very much aware of her bright gold and shiny latex catsuit. He was also aware of her curly gold hair which cascaded in front of her chest and also ended at the midpoint of her back.

"I think you have me confused with somebody else.”

Even though we couldn't seem to find the will to look her in the face, he can almost hear the smile in her voice, “no, I haven't, come along."

Joel didn't initially respond. He just shook his head and stood his ground. Her body language somehow became more aggressive, “come. Along." And then she snapped her fingers.

All of a sudden he found himself walking behind her, his gait was almost identical to hers, he was suddenly able to walk in high heels in a way he hadn't before… he was confused. He could feel his ass moving just like hers, and he followed her into a room. He found himself sitting in a reclining chair. The golden haired woman locked him in place.

“You may call me Miss Goldie… if I allow you to talk,” then she giggled. The woman had a tray that she rolled over to him, and with a pair of clippers started to shave his head. When it was done she applied some sort of adhesive to his now bald skull, and a moment later she attached a wig… this wig gave him green hair with red highlights. A moment later she started applying makeup, a simple foundation to make his color uniform. She contoured his skin, and then started playing a little blush, eyeliner, green eyeshadow, fake lashes… which she extended with mascara… a dark lip liner, and filled it in with a shiny red lipstick.

“Don't worry…” she said, “the makeup is semi-permanent, it will stay just like that for days"

"Why are you doing this to me?”

Ignoring the question, she had a flask of something, and brought it to his lips. “Drink." He wanted to refuse, but something deep down made him think that it was something he had to do, so he did… He found himself unable to move, and she placed a helmet that reminded him of a VR helmet over his head… the light was so bright, the sounds were so loud… so intense… that everything went dark.

Joel woke up, everything was off. He was… on the ground, it was hard, concrete… it was cold, as he tried to adjust himself, he became aware of other things… his arms were handcuffed behind his back. He was wearing some sort of skin tight outfit, and it was really tight, not choking him, but it may as well have been a second skin. It had a distinctive smell to it. The last thing he could remember was Holly saying that she had other ideas…

As he tried to right himself, he was suddenly very much aware of the two very large breasts hanging off his chest. What really brought his attention to it was the ringing, there were two bells attached to the very real nipples. There were similar bells hanging off of his ears. And then he was aware of the hair dangling in front of his face. His eyes were adjusting to the light, he was also wearing high heel shoes. He'd never worn anything like that in his life.

He inched himself back to the wall, and tried to get himself up to his feet. Every movement seemed to set off a jingling sound from his chest. He took a couple of tentative steps forward, they were very clumsy, the weight of his heavy chest threw off his equilibrium, the fact that he was able to walk in the heels at all was a bit of a surprise. He thought they would be harder.

As he moved along the wall, he felt a light switch, he flipped it on. He was in a room, it looked like it was in a basement level given the floor. There was a mirror, and he looked into it, and he looked like a woman. He was padding on his hips, and the breasts… they're so big and heavy… There was also some sort of built-in corset. The catsuit and the heels were a shiny green latex-like material… it might have been latex, he wasn't sure… and the heels matched it perfectly. He had long green hair with red highlights… and it looked like there was makeup on his face, he could feel that it was on thick, almost caked on…

Any sudden movements made his nipple bells jingle, a sudden jostling of his head made the earrings jingle. He had no idea where he really was, because he made his way to the door, he tested the door knob, and to his surprise, it opened.

He couldn't believe how good he was with walking in heels, he was able to walk slow enough where he didn't make anything jingle. He was in a narrow corridor, and he had to choose left or right, he chose right. He walked carefully, there was a door on his left, he looked discreetly inside. It was a woman with violet-colored hair flipping through a magazine. He tipped-toed around her, surprisingly silent, no echoes from the heels, no jingles from any of his bells.

He turned a corner, there was a set of stairs on his right, and another door on his left. He decided to turn the door on his left first, maybe it was an exit. He doubted it since it seemed like a basement level.

He stepped inside, but this room reminded him more of a dungeon than an escape room. He turned around to leave and was face to face with a woman and a burgundy catsuit… it was latex, she wore high heels, and she had upper length gloves that seemed to have metal claws. Her hair was an electric blue. She smiled when she saw Joel, “it looks like she escaped again."

"I'm not a ‘she.’” He asserted.

“We will see." She pointed to a bench, "sit there,” then she snapped her fingers.

Joel found himself walking to the bench and sitting down, he tried to do something else, but found that he had to obey her command.

“You may call me Mistress Azure." The woman undid his handcuffs, but somehow he seemed to have no will to move his arms. She pulled out a harness, She pulled it up his arms, past his elbows, and a couple of straps went over his shoulders. Then she started lacing it together, tightening it. She used a pair of scissors to cut a hole in the crotch, He felt his penis hanging loose in the air. She took a red device, a chastity device, and she slowly manipulated the ring around his balls, and then his penis… She manipulated the shaft over his, and then locked it with a padlock. She brought a pair of red latex thong-style panties up his legs, snipped a hole just big enough to squeeze the cage out of, and then used liquid latex to ‘glue’ to fuse the two pieces together.

She took a key from around her neck and brought it to his feet. She unlocked the first lock to his right high heel. She removed that high heel, then inserted his foot into another, but this is strange, it forced his feet to point straight down. She closed it up, laced it, and then locked it with the same padlock. She did the same with the other foot.

Noelle woke up, everything was off. She was… on the ground, it was hard, concrete… it was cold, as she tried to adjust herself, she became aware of other things… her arms were handcuffed behind her back. She was wearing some sort of skin tight outfit, and it was really tight, not choking her, but it may as well have been a second skin. It had a distinctive smell to it. The last thing she could remember was Holly saying that she had other ideas…

As she tried to right herself, he was suddenly very much aware of the two very large breasts hanging off her chest. What really brought his attention to it was the ringing, there were two bells attached to the very real nipples. There were similar bells hanging off of her ears. And then she was aware of the hair dangling in front of her face. Her eyes were adjusting to the light, she was also wearing some weird fetish high heel shoes. She'd never worn anything like that in her life.

She inched herself back to the wall, and tried to get herself up to her feet. Every movement seemed to set off a jingling sound from her chest. She took a couple of tentative steps forward, they were very clumsy, She couldn't walk with her feet pointed straight down. At least not very well. The weight of her heavy chest threw off her equilibrium, the fact that she was able to walk in these heels at all was a bit of a surprise.

As she moved along the wall, she felt a light switch, she flipped it on. She was in a room, it looked like it was in a basement level given the floor. There was a mirror, and she looked in it, and she looked like a very different woman. She has padding on her hips, and the breasts… they're so big and heavy… so much more than they should have been… right, that didn't seem right… There was also some sort of built-in corset. The catsuit and the heels were a shiny green latex-like material… it might have been latex, she wasn't sure… and the heels matched it perfectly. She had long green hair with red highlights… and it looked like there was makeup on her face, but she could feel it was on thick, almost caked on… And then there was a dawning on her, she didn't think she was a woman, but that didn't seem right either… and then she saw it, it was a penis between her legs locked in a pink cage… she was a sissy.. wait, that wasn't right either. And then the jingling distracted her.

Any sudden movements made her nipple bells jingle, a sudden jostling of her head made the earrings jingle. She had no idea where she really was, because she made her way to the door, she tested the door knob, and to her surprise, it opened.

She couldn't quite walk right, the shoes were too extreme, she had pushed herself up against the wall trying to put her weight heavily against the wall and not her feet. She found the door knob, and fumbled with it. She managed to get out of the room. She took a right, and moved herself along the wall, there were frames. She ignored them, but tried to ‘jump around them’ keeping her weight off the crazy fucking shoes she had on.

Soon she was close to a flight of stairs, she lowered herself to her knees, and inched her way over to them. She sat on the stairs, and pushed herself up the flight one step at a time.

She reached the top, and inches her way to the closest wall, it was dark, she couldn't see much, but she used the wall for leverage. Her arms behind her back, the right and restrictive corset. Not to mention those fucking crazy heels made it hard for her to move easily… but she made her way too her feet, much of her weight balanced between her arms and shoulders…

And the light came on… a woman in black latex, black hair, black lips, and red eyes was staring at her… her eyes were not demonic, they were definitely contacts… but she just looked at Noelle.

“You just keep escaping…”

That was strange to her. She just woke up here like five minutes earlier, the last thing she remembered before that was her night with Holly. How could she keep escaping?

“Come along, slut” The woman told Noelle.

Noelle did not move, she hadn't even decided if it was defiance, or a genuine inability to walk in her heels. But she did respond, “I'm not a slut."

The woman was cold. A sinister smile tugged at her lips, "come along, slut.” and she snapped her fingers.

Almost immediately. Noelle's feet started moving, somehow her body was teetering on these impossible stilts on her feet. Her toes pointed straight down, and yet she was walking and balancing perfectly and she started to walk behind this dominant woman. They walked into a room and it was dark. She turned on a light and it seemed to be sex toys lining the walls.

“Sit down." Snap.

Noelle sat down. A moment later the woman returned with some sort of gag, it had a phallic-like device protruding from one end, "open your mouth." Snap.

Noelle's mouth opened, and refused to close no matter how hard she tried to as the phallic device was slid right into her mouth and a strap locked behind her head. She wanted it out but there was no give.

"Stand up,” she pointed to a spot on the floor, “lean over until your head touches the wall." Snap.

Again, Noelle complied, feeling very exposed. "Part of her thong was moved to the side, and then there seemed to be something unzipped behind her butt, a moment later she felt something being pressed to her hole, she tried to yell, but it was muffled around the fake cock in her mouth. She could feel adjustments, and she was starting to think that the inside of her catsuit had some sort of harness to hold it in place. And then it was zipped up again, and then the thong was put in its place.

"Sit down." She pointed to a reclining chair and snapped her fingers once again.

Noelle felt full in both of her holes. Found herself unable to disobey… she sat and reclined feeling the extra pressure inside her butt..

Finally, she had a flask of something, and brought it to his lips. “Drink." She wanted to refuse, but something deep down made her think that it was something she had to do, so she did… She found herself unable to move, and she placed a helmet that reminded her of a VR helmet over her head… the light was so bright, the sounds were so loud… so intense… that everything went dark.

Noelle woke up, everything was off. First thing she was aware of was that there was some sort of fake penis in her mouth. She almost giggled as she started to suckle on it.

Wait… this wasn't like her… and then she was aware that there was something in her ass… filling… large… and she instinctively started rubbing her ass on the ground trying to get more stimulation… that was odd, again, that was not like her. She needed to figure out what was going on, and evaluate her situation.

She was… on the ground, it was hard, concrete… it was cold, as she tried to adjust herself, she became aware of other things… her arms were secured behind her back. She was wearing some sort of skin tight outfit, and it was really tight, not choking her, but it may as well have been a second skin. It had a distinctive smell to it. The last thing she could remember was Holly saying that she had other ideas…

She inched herself back to the wall, and tried to get herself up to her feet. Every movement seemed to set off a jingling sound from her chest. She took a couple of tentative steps forward, they were very clumsy, Her feet were pointed down, and yet she seemed to be able to walk alright. The weight of her heavy chest threw off her equilibrium, the fact that she was able to walk in these heels at all was a bit of a surprise.

As she moved along the wall, she felt a light switch, she flipped it on. She was in a room, it looked like it was in a basement level given the floor. There was a mirror, and she looked in it, and she looked like a very different woman. The bright pink gag that was in her mouth, and her painted lips around it was the first thing that her eyes focused in on… but then her eyes started to look around, she had padding on her hips, I took another moment to realize it wasn't padding… and the breasts… they were so big and heavy… so much more than they should have been… right, that didn't seem right… There was also some sort of built-in corset. The catsuit and the heels were a shiny green latex-like material… it might have been latex, she wasn't sure… and the heels matched it perfectly. She had long green hair with red highlights… and it looked like there was makeup on her face, somehow she knew if she rubbed it, it wouldn;t come off, but she could feel it thick, almost caked on… And then there was a dawning on her, she didn't think she was a woman, but that didn't seem right either… and then she saw it, it was a penis between our legs locked in a pink cage… she was a sissy.. wait, that wasn't right either. And then the jingling distracted her.

She saw the door, she was tempted to leave, but something told her not to leave. Instead she looked around and saw a stool. And that she sat on it… nearly an hour had passed before she heard a rattling at the door knob.

A woman in black entered, black latex, black hair, red eyes… not like she was a demon or anything, just red eye contacts. She had black lips, and black eyeshadow. “So she didn't escape this time."

"Submissive sissy sluts don't escape,” except that came out as a muffled set of words.

The woman laughed, "that's a good girl.” She stepped in a little closer, and got in very close, almost nose to nose. And she pressed two fingers to each of Noelle's temples… "remember.”

Noelle's head spun for a moment, she tried to shake her head, but nothing seemed okay. And then a moment later she felt the gag being removed from her mouth… and she was staring at this woman in Black… her mistress… her owner…

Wait, that was Holly.

And then more memories came, each subsequent time she was trying to escape and would run into another woman… except each woman was a different costume, but the same woman. His love, his Holly.

She remembered drinking with Holly at dinner, It wasn't the drink that was spiked, it was a trigger.

A week earlier they had a discussion, he had admitted to Holly that he had a fetish for forced feminization. He'd been hiding it from her for months, and he didn't expect her to accept it, but he didn't think it was right for him to hide it. He told her, and then she confessed that she had a fetish for mind control, and told him that his forced feminization and femdom fantasies and hers could lead to something really fun…

And it had.

“That was intense.”

She nodded her head, "too much for you?” Holly asked, she seemed almost vulnerable in this particular moment.

"Maybe for tonight, but we can do more later.”

Holly smiled, "do you want me to take off the chastity cage? Or do you still want me to make sweet love to you? Like the evil dominatrix that I've been pretending to be?"

“Technically you've been playing multiple evil dominatrixes…” Noelle answered.

Holly locked him with a gaze, ”you're stalling."

"Oh, please Mistress, don't do that to me!” going our of his way not to say the safe word they had agreed upon.

Holly reached for a drawer, and withdrew a strap-on harness and placed three three phalluses on table in front of Noelle. "Well, slut… use your lips to pick one for me to fuck you with.”

Noelle bit her lip, and made her choice… and then the two made sweet, happy love…

Epilogue.

Holly woke up. She looked over at Noelle who was still out cold. She took her cell phone, it was Christmas Eve morning, and she sat down on the toilet to do her business. She checked the weather, checked a couple stories. And then got up and brushed her teeth.

She turned on a news station on her radio, "and capitalism is alive and well this Christmas season, average purchases are up 20% over last year.”

She started making herself a cup of tea when her phone buzzed. It was an incoming phone call, she looked at the caller ID, ‘Kris K.’

She picked up the phone, "talk.” There was a slight delay, "yes.” she answered the question carefully, and waited again, “look, he thinks that we've been married for 2 years, he has no idea that we met a week ago on a dating app. He thinks that he's had a fetish for a femdom-led forced feminization his whole life, when a week ago, such desires weren't even on his radar.” She nodded her head silently as her finger made a looping motions as if trying to speed up the caller, "it doesn't really matter, the real question is… what do you want her to think when I deliver her to you?" She rolled her eyes at whatever the person on the other end said, "yes, I can do that. Don't worry.” She took a step towards the bedroom door and saw Noelle sleeping soundly with the jingling bells on her nipples… “Christmas is tomorrow, I'll deliver her with a big bow around her waist… and bells ringing… Meet Christmas to you"

And You, The End. So tell me my dear reader, who is going to have the better Christmas? Kris K for getting a brand new plaything right to his own specification? Holly for receiving a huge financial bonus for what she did to Joel? Or Joel because he gets to live some exotic life as Noelle? And when I say which one will have the better Christmas, I’m asking whose shoes you’d rather be living in…Don’t forget Rule #5 if you are a good girl!I love you all, and thank you for taking the time to read. Xoxoxo!

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