No Man Cave

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Suggestions for the subs..

Not rules since this story is less smutty, and more dramatic with a moment or two of smut.

So. 1. Put some lipstick on those lips, the easiest way to say your face is being feminized.

2. I love the idea of you wearing a dress, a skirt will do, preferably pink… but if you can’t find that, grab a towel, wrap it around your waist, and we can both pretend.

3. Every time our couple does something you find cute, I want you to let out a soft and feminine, “Awwwww, that’s cute.” and keep a tally, I want to know how many times you said that.

4. Let me know what you thought.Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

No-Man Cave

By: Mistress Dyvia

So my name is Chloe and boy do I have a story to tell you. This is a story about me and my fiance Adam. We met 4 years ago via online dating, it really was the best way for a couple like us to meet. We both worked long hours and that's all we really had time to do since we very rarely had time to go out to meet people. We're both introverts, which really meant that when we went out with people it was for a purpose, and wasn't really the best time to meet potential significant others. 

 I was on the app for a couple of weeks, and let me just tell you right now I think I saw more dicks in those two weeks than I have ever wanted to see in my entire lifetime. There are a few guys who actually seemed genuinely kind. It was kind of exciting to meet a few of them, but we never really had a spark. 

Then I got a message from Adam. We seemed to have had a lot in common, he was very eager to meet me and I was eager to meet him. We arranged to meet at a bowling alley, and he thoroughly kicked my ass because I suck at bowling. He had a great sense of humor, which really works with me because I have a pretty dark sense of humor, and he went with it. 

We were in that honeymoon stage really quick, we would finish each other's sentences, everything the other had to say seemed to be so prolific, just getting together was almost a high in itself. I honestly enjoyed every moment I got to spend with him, and he seemed to feel the same way with me. Overall we got along fantastically, I really couldn't have complained about anything.

Let's talk sex. I'm bisexual, but the way I treat men and women is very different. Admittedly when I am with another girl, I want to be the one in charge. When I'm with a man I really like, I want him to take charge. Adam was that man. No hesitation, when we were in private, he knew exactly what I was craving, and he would have me bent over the kitchen table... And well, I don't need to spell that out. But it was definitely a bedroom thing, I tried the lifestyle thing once; never again.

But he knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it and how I needed it. It was a Saturday night, he would take me out to a nice dinner, a couple glasses of wine, get home, put on a nice little slow song, keep his hands all over my body but never touching my flesh... And I'd be swimming or maybe drowning in my panties, and the next thing you know, he would tell me what position he wanted to fuck me in and he would fuck me hard.

We dated for two years, and for our anniversary, he took me out to a nice dinner. It was a nice little cafe that liked to reenact scenes from movies as part of the entertainment. I love the movie Beauty and the Beast, the Disney animated one, not to be confused with the live action one or any other versions. Out of nowhere a man wearing the costume and a big plush of Belle's father smashed into the ballroom. He came up to me screaming about a beast, moving on to others, he talked about the beast with big fangs and fur and scary with beaming eyes. A couple of the other actors had sworn that he was a nut. He was just crazy old Maurice... A couple other actors came out to try and take him away... Adam stood up and told them to stop, and one of them looked and asked why he should, Adam said he didn't know, but then looked at me... He said he would help my father, if I would agree to be his wife, and then he dropped to one knee. I bawled my eyes out, not going to lie, I struggled to say yes, not because I wasn’t sure, but because I was crying so much, my throat wouldn’t make any sounds.. But the bigger surprise came, when Maurice took off his mask and it actually was my father.

We started house hunting, and we found the perfect house. It was a cute blue split ranch, two floors but when you walked in the front door, you would either walk upstairs into the living room, or downstairs into a well furnished basement. We put a bid, and we won. That would be our house.

It didn't take us long before we had our plans to move in. Once we had the keys, we stepped inside and took a look around to decide what we're going to do. For the most part Adam kept his mouth shut, letting me do the planning, let me choose the paint for the walls in whatever colors I wanted. And when we're done talking, Adam claimed the basement.

Not a surprise, I was not a fan of that. What? I get to decorate our room. I got to decorate the guest room. I get to decorate the living room and the dining room or the kitchen or the hallway... You know all the public places that everyone else gets. And then he wanted to have his own area in the basement that was all to himself, and I got nothing. Eff that. 

Well this turned into like a 45 minute long argument. Now don't get me wrong I wasn't going to let this be the argument that would end our relationship or anything like that, nor was he... But I thought it was bullshit that he thought he was going to get his own area and I could get nothing. 

However we did come to a Great compromise. Since we hadn't actually moved in yet, we added it to the list. We would actually split the basement level, bringing some contractors and we would build ourselves an area that was just for ourselves. They both had equal square footage, and we were both in charge of the areas. He had no rights to do anything in my woman cave, and I had no right to do anything in his man cave. Every other room in the house was equally ours.

And just like that, it's exactly what we did. The people came in and installed a better electrical system, we had the rooms painted, we had the basement completely remodeled so each had our caves. But of course the best part for me was we also got an in-ground pool put in before we moved in. That was glorious.

He had his man cave, I'm pretty sure it just had a gaming chair and a bunch of video games, probably a huge ass fucking television... Probably porn, but I was fine with that. As long as I had the only pussy he was trying to get into. Yes, you are supposed to laugh at that. ;)

I, on the other hand, also had my little woman cave, okay, it wasn’t that little, after all it was the same size as his…. I had a nice area for my clothes and makeup. I had a nice desk for my laptop, a really comfortable chair and a nice couch. Yes, I had a television too, I guess it wasn't that different from what I pictured he had aside from the mirrors, makeup table, and closet. But the point was it was my space. All mine.

We moved in. And for the first 6 months everything was wonderful. I don't know what started it, but we got into a fight. He started going down the stairs. I followed him, and he closed himself off in his man cave. I tried to get in, and he was very explicit about our agreement that his cave was for him and I wasn't allowed in. Men only.

I tried to be the better person, so I told him to go fuck himself, and I left him in his cave and went upstairs. That went to 3 days of awkwardness, and then a colossal gesture of apology and peace. Then I swear to God, there was like 36 hours of makeup sex. By the end of it I couldn't remember why we fought, I probably came that part out of my brain and it was oozing out of my ear, or vagina, whatever… but everything was good again. 

A few months after that, we got into another fight. We were yelling at each other, hell, we were screaming at each other. At this point I don't think it was really important why we were fighting, but we were. But this time, it was my turn to walk away. I stormed downstairs, went into my cave, and he tried to follow me. And just like a couple months earlier, I parroted what he had said, no boys allowed, and then I re-emphasize it by saying this was a ‘no-man cave.’

He left me alone for the rest of the night. The next morning he texted me, and texted me, and texted me... And I just didn't respond.

It was almost noon when he started knocking on my door again. I told him to go away. He told me to let him in, or come out and I refused. I reminded him that that was a no-man cave. He begged me to let him in, and then I told him the only way he was getting through that door was if he wore a dress and told me he was a woman. It went quiet. 

About 10 minutes later he knocked in the door. Again I told him to go away. But then he said the most outrageous thing I could ever have expected him to say, that he wasn't Adam, Adam had left the house, and that it was Eve knocking on the door. 

I was confused, so I asked him to say that again. And he told me that he was eve, Adam's twin sister. I walked to the door and cracked it open, just a little. And there was my fiance, wearing a stretchy pink cocktail dress from my closet in our bedroom. My mouth dropped open for a second, and I started laughing. 

He said that since Adam had clearly screwed up, he had asked for Eve to come and try to talk to me on her brother's behalf. I tried to control myself, waiting till I was a little bit more calm before asking if 'she' was serious.

Eve affirmed that she was very serious. I closed the door, and bit my lip. She knocked on the door again. I asked for a moment to let me think.

Finally, I opened the door a little bit. And then I said that since we were going to be future sisters-in-law, maybe we could talk while we were having our nails done. Eve swallowed hard, but not at her head and I let her into my no-man cave. Because clearly she was my fiance's sister, and in no way an actual man.

There is a small hallway that I put in that led to my woman cave. We walked down it, some of my artwork from when I was in college hung on the walls, and then we reached the doorway and she got to see my room's girliness. I actually got the idea from the hallway from his own man cave. I had seen him put the specs in before we had actually had the place worked on. Eve seemed to appreciate the use.

When we stepped into the actual room, Eve stopped and took it all in. She'd never been in there before, never seen my decor, never had any clue what I didn't hear. I don't think she was surprised to see that I had a video game system in there, after all we did play together sometimes. But I think the room was girlier than she thought it would be, even if it was more or less what she had expected. We sat down on the couch, I laid down a towel, and took her hands and started cleaning them and prepping her nails. I applied some acrylics, painted them neatly, and they were fantastic. I actually hadn't done them in a long time, I spent a lot of money having my nails done. But I still had the tools.

We talked while I did them, admittedly I did take my time, and we worked through our argument. Well technically the argument that Adam and I had, but of course Eve promised she would make Adam see our point of view. I don't know what it was, maybe the look in her eyes, but I believed she could convince Adam.

We had a nice little hug, and I told her that she could leave if she wanted, or I could just give her a makeover. She seemed to debate it for a moment, and then said that she would love a makeover if it meant she could spend more time with her future sister-in-law. I laughed hard and told her to have a seat at the makeup table. She took a seat.

We chatted while I did her makeup, she seemed to enjoy it. She's told me that she would love to spend more time with me, and if I ever got frustrated with her brother, she would be happy to come over and we could talk it out and she would speak on Adam's behalf.

Of course I laughed. But told her that I appreciate it. But even as I was finishing her makeup, I gave her a dire warning... That as sexy as she was looking right then and there, Adam might have more things to worry about, cuz I might try to sleep with his sister.

It was her time to laugh. And she did laugh. But then she leaned in and whispered into my ear, that what Adam didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I laughed and gave her a kiss. A soft one, but then I got a little bit more aggressive. Did I mention that as much as I liked a guy to take control, that when I was with women, I liked to be the one in control? Yeah, I did say that, go read back to the beginning of the story if you don't believe me... But those words were said.

I took her by the hand, and led Eve to my little sofa. We made out, I didn't have my makeup on, but she certainly had hers. She got lipstick all over my face, and maybe a little bit of my chest. I teased and played with her nipples, she teased mine and we simply made out... For an hour, but I told her she couldn't remove her dress, and I meant it because as soon as she took that dress off as far as I was concerned she wasn't a girl anymore. But I certainly lifted her dress up over her ass and licked her little clitty, well maybe a 'little' wasn't the right word. Hell, her clit was bigger than most men's penises, at least the men I had been with. But I can promise you that it was not a blowjob, after all a clit doesn't fit in a mouth, you just lick it, and you stimulate it until she screams and ecstasy and cums...

And boy did she come, all over my face in my hair down my chest. Don't think I ever had a woman cum quite like that before. We fell asleep for a little while on my couch, still in my no-man cave. Don’t worry, I had mostly cleaned the cum off me, and my hair. I told her that she would have to leave before her brother came back and found that we had done our thing. It might not be a great thing for Adam to find out I slept with his twin sister. She laughed and promised not to say a word to him.

Sometime later, I came out of the bathroom, my hair was damp, I was clean and smelled like lavender and vanilla for my body wash. I saw Adam sitting in the kitchen making something. He made a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches, and slid one on a small plate across the kitchen table to me. He asked me if we were good. I nodded my head, kissed him, and said that his sister was very convincing. He chuckled. 

He seemed a little awkward for a while. That evening we decided to play a game together, so we were going to go to our separate caves, but just as I was about to walk to mine at the bottom of the steps... He stopped me. Told me it was a little nervous, but he wanted to show me something. I nodded my head and tried to hide my surprise, he led me to his man cave. He opened the door and led me down his hallway. There were posters of sexy women in video game characters, and then we arrived at the door.

And this time it was my turn today to be surprised. He had a makeup table as well, a little closet filled with fetish clothing... Female fetish clothing, and not in my size. High heels that look like they were more for him than me.

He told me he was afraid that if I saw him like this, that I wouldn't want to get married to him. But he didn't want to give it up, he always just wanted to have a safe place where he could be Eve. And when I showed acceptance of Eve in my no-man cave... He realized that he couldn't get married to me if I didn't know everything about him.

I kissed him gently, and told him that I loved him no matter who he was. And then with a snarky smile, I reminded him that I loved his twin sister too.

Then I scowled. And he asked me why I was scowling, and then I told him after all that we didn't actually need two caves.

The End.

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