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To the Victor...

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May 15, 2022

Can a messy divorce be fixed by a Dominatrix? Probably not, but the revenge has never been so sweet...

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.


 

The following rules are for unOwned subs looking for a little extra fun, I know it may seem pretentious to some, but it's just for a bit of extra interaction for those who may enjoy it!


Rules for the subs:


1) If you are feeling submissive, and you do not have an owner, I will claim you for today.  But you must be marked appropriately, Lipstick, Put lipstick on, now…


2) I want you aroused while reading this story.  I encourage you to edge.  If you want to cum in the middle of the story, you are only allowed a ruined orgasm, the moment you are about to cum, stop… You may ejaculate a little, but you will not milk yourself or give yourself further stimulation for one minute… don’t worry, you’ll still be horny, and you can still cum at the end of the story.


3. If you see one of the following words, ‘cage,’ ‘strap-on’ or ‘chastity,’ stop reading, squeeze between your legs extra tight, smile and say, ‘That’s my Mistress.’


And most importantly, 


Enjoy.




Mistress Dyvia presents:

To the Victor…

By: Mistress Dyvia


So there was a knock on my door, I was expecting it so it wasn't too much of a big deal. I was dressed professionally that day and in a nice little smart pants suit, I stood up, walked to the door and opened it up. And there stood Victor.


As I had been expecting him, I waved him inside and walked down the hallway to my office and welcomed him in. I offered him some refreshments, and he took a water. Once I sat down, it was time to hear his story. 


Victor's soon to be ex-wife had cheated on him. I know it's not all that different in the world, but he was clearly looking for a little revenge and that was my specialty. He had been referred to me by a coworker, I could be potentially expensive depending on circumstances, he was able to afford me. Which would later surprise me when I realized how narcissistic his STBX (soon to be ex) was…


So he and his wife had been married for 10 years, he had thought everything was going very well, his sex life had even seemed to get better in recent months. Of course after our talk, he realized that the increased sexual activity had nothing to do with her fantasizing about her new lover, as his self-esteem had been affected by that, but probably in the fear that if she got pregnant she could still claim it was his.


That being said, he discovered the affair by accident. It was the middle of the night he woke up to a buzzing sound, his wife, Alicia, was sound asleep, he picked up her phone just to mute it, and when he picked it up she had received a message saying how much Donald wanted to be inside her again. Victor, as you can imagine, was very distraught, but managed to hold himself together and not tip his hand, at least not at first.


He quietly installed spy software on his wife's phone, her tablet, and her computer. He started getting every little bit of communication between his wife and her partner. He didn't move quickly, he thought he was playing the long game.


There were several blows to his self confidence, she referred to how small his dick was. How she barely aroused him compared to how Donald was aroused when she was naked, how he was probably a closeted little faggot…


Now before we go any further, I do want to take a moment and say I do not like that word. I know there are some who sexualize the word, but I have trouble with that concept. I look at it as a word of negativity, an insult… essentially to me the word is the n-word for lbgtqia+ people. And for those that take the word back to try and make it positive I commend them, but this woman and her lover were not using that word that way.


Victor told me that he wished he had just had her served. To show up at one of her hotel rooms, with a hired agent to serve her divorce papers. But he did not, he decided to confront her, and she was more than he was able to handle.


The day came, he had all of his evidence in a manila envelope, and several more ready to be sent out. These were proof that she was cheating on him, proof that she was not taking her marital vows seriously, and proof that she wasn't even doing it very discreetly. She came home from work, he was sitting on the couch, and he essentially told her that if she wanted to confess something, that it was the time.


Predictably she played dumb. And he said that he knew about Donald. She didn't say anything for about a minute, and then she laughed.


He expected her to rage against him, accuse him of not trusting her, trying to say she was so sorry in tears, gaslighting him into thinking that it was something that it wasn't.  No, she just laughed.


He waited patiently for her to stop laughing, and then he said that if she wanted to salvage their marriage she would have to go no contact with him. Again, she laughed at him. 


She told him that if he wanted her to leave Donald, he would have to prove that he was as sexually capable as Donald was. If Victor couldn't make her climax the way Donald did, there was no point in staying married.


At this point, you might be thinking, ‘so mistress, you must have planned to teach him how to either be really good sexually or how to dominate the fuck out of that bitch.’


And the answer is no. If you paid attention to the beginning, I said it was all about revenge. 


But where we are in this story so far, he hadn't even thought about revenge. All he wanted was to get his wife back and get rid of his rival.


He was determined, he accepted her challenge, and she laughed at him again. She didn't believe he was capable of doing it, and she didn't think that he would even try to do anything more than pound her a little bit harder when they were fucking.  How much she was wrong and how much she was right is a story all on its own.


But for the sake of time, he read about techniques he could use to bring her pleasure. He watched porn, he wrote to anonymous advice places on social media. And basically, he seriously upped his sex game.


Then came the day, he had it off, and she only had a half a day at work. She came home, he had flowers and candles, and he was ready to show her how much he had come in such a short time. They kissed, they made out, she started taking his clothes off, and he started taking her clothes off. She was on the couch, and he started sliding down spreading her legs apart, and he started to kiss her between her legs, and when his tongue went forward he realized that he was tasting more than just her, it was him as well. Him as in Donald. He was tasting Donald's semen, they had fucked that very day.


He started to pull away, tears in his eyes.  But she was relentless, she had no mercy, she told him that if he was serious about showing her how good he had gotten, that he would take his…f-word… mouth and bring her to orgasm while he sucked out every drop of cum that was in her.


And to his shame, he did. And he did it again, and again for nearly 6 months, until the day she decided she was going to take charge, and tied him in his chair, teasing him and making out with him. And then she put a gag in his mouth and told him how hot he was. And then she just stopped, she left the room and came back with Donald, and made Victor watch as Donald fucked her for an hour.  And then in front of Donald, she took out his gag and made Victor lick her to climax and clean her of every drop of semen that escaped her opening.


After that night, she never called him Victor again in private, just that f-word.  Donald always reminded him of how he was cucked.   After that she never tried to tie him up again, but she didn't even bother to hide the affair, she just invited Donald over and screwed him while Victor watched TV or did something else, calling him into clean her up. When the excitement started to fade, she served him divorce papers.  They separated, Donald moved in with her, soon they were engaged, just waiting for the divorce to be finalized.


Alicia and Victor knew that she had broken him in a very profound way.  He knew he would need years of therapy to get over what she did, but before he even wanted to start that, he was going to make her regret it all. He wanted to take Donald away from her. And that's how he eventually found me.


When he was done talking, I had taken a lot of notes. In fact I had already come up with a basic plan, admittedly I needed to iron out some details, but I had a number of social media identities, and I gave him one to accept a friendship request from. And then I told him to publicly say we were in a relationship. He changed his relationship status from separated to in a relationship with Astrid.  


Of course, since his wife had friends in common with him, she would hear about this pretty quickly and that was the important thing. She would try to manipulate events and I knew exactly what she would do. He would get invited to something, it would be an invitation by a friend that was manipulated by Alicia, so she could see who I was.  She would have Donald on her arm…


I was right, he was invited to a barbecue. He was even encouraged to invite his new girlfriend. Under my instruction he graciously accepted. And I coached him to have certain responses so the way people would treat us well, and soon enough, just at that one gathering, we were the couple everyone wanted to meet.


As you can imagine, Alicia had worn clothes and makeup to accentuate her figure and make herself the most beautiful woman there. Of course, the right makeup and the right dress that was targeted for the right purpose, I looked more beautiful. No, I'm not going to say I'm the kind of woman that is magically more beautiful than anybody else, but I was definitely more strategic than she was. I was getting much more attention than Alicia did, and she did not like that…  Admittedly, our outfits had a similar point, but I had the advantage of being new, and just like a shiny new corvette at a car show, everyone likes seeing last year’s model, but everyone was there to see this year’s shiny new one.


After about an hour, she decided to introduce herself to me, technically us but, obviously she already knew Victor. Most of the other guests had actually warmed up to me quite well and thought that Victor and I looked like such a wonderful couple.


In fact, Donald and Alicia had gone out of their ways to use the f-word line publicly. I simply held Victor's hand in solidarity (also hoping he wouldn’t have a breakdown) and didn't even acknowledge such comments… Of course, they only made themselves look more petty, but part two of my plan was coming together, Donald was getting the hots for me.


Once I knew Donald had his eye on me, I told Victor that the plan was moving in the right direction. We would wait for little things when they would separate, such as Alicia going to the restroom, or maybe he would tell her he would get her a drink, I would give a little nod, and Victor would happen to walk away from me. As I predicted, Donald came over and introduced himself again. I could tell he was trying to be discreet, and try to get my attention by showing off all of his successes or tell me about his gym memberships and workouts.  Men of certain types of personalities can be predictable, and that old adage about men finding the things they can’t have is the most desirable… was definitely accurate for Donald.


I played aloof and uninterested, and I can tell his curiosity was driving him mad. I guess in his mind, How could a little f-word like Victor get a woman like me who showed no interest in him. In his mind this was infuriating. He should have the hottest girl around, not that little f-word… 


But we knew we're going to see each other in future meetups especially given the season, so I continued to play aloof. There were more parties, we arranged to accidentally run to each other at the same restaurants on date nights, it was a small town after all… and Donald was becoming obsessed, not that a narcissist like Alicia would have noticed. Then came the night when I returned the attention. Donald got my phone number.


He would call me, and I would flirt a little. He was getting excited, he thought he was going to nail me soon. Little did he know, most of those phone calls Victor was sitting right next to me suppressing his laughter knowing what I had planned.


I went on a date with Donald, he thought he was winning me over. He told me how he was going to dump Alicia as soon as I dumped Victor. He wanted me to move in with him. And yet all I had done at this point was getting a little peck on the lips after a first date. I teased him and I toyed with him and he wanted me all the more for it. 


We agreed to meet in the hotel.  We made out for a bit, he said  how much he wanted me… you know, badly..  I gushed a bit, like I loved hearing that, as if I hadn't heard that many times since I was in high school...   In fact.. I pretended like I hadn’t heard anything so eloquent in high  school..  Rolls eyes… But then I started taking off his pants, and I stopped when I saw his underwear I started laughing at him. He was offended that I dared to laugh.  I’m sure the blood flow to his cock stopped instantly, I told him I couldn't have sex with a man who wore underwear like that. I left on the spot, saying better luck next time.


He fired text after text to me over the next few days, he promised to find a sexier pair of underwear and make me proud. I rolled my eyes at each desperate text. But I responded to him eventually, and then asked him to meet me for coffee on the way to work. He agreed.  I gave him a little package, and told me to go into the men's room and put that sexy underwear on. He came out a moment later and got right in the face, and said that those were panties. I agreed, in fact, they were. I made it clear in no uncertain terms, that if he wanted to have sex with me, he was going to have to wear those, and in fact if he wanted to continue to even text or call me he had to put those on right then and there. There was about a minute and a half of deliberation in his mind, and he walked back into the men's room, and came out. I held my hand out and said I wanted his old pair and when I took them, I put them in my purse… and then ran my finger behind the belt in his pants and felt around until I felt the panties.  I smiled and left him.


We met back at the hotel two days later, again we made out, I had my prediction, and when I pulled down his pants, he was wearing the panties.  But they were very clean. I called him out on it, and accused him of not wearing them for the last two days. He argued, but finally relented and admitted that he only put them right before he arrived.


I took out a new package and asked him how much he wanted to feel my pussy from the inside out.  He said he really really wanted to, so I held up a new little box, and pulled out a chastity cage. I verbally and emotionally strong-armed him into putting it on, and told him it was not coming off until he had worn panties for a solid week, that included sending me a picture within 5 minutes of any text request I sent him. If he had any meetings where he would not be able to respond within 5 minutes, he would have to text me beforehand so I wouldn't text him until after.


The next seven days, I got 150 pictures of him wearing various panties that I'd given him and required him to wear. On day seven, we went to the hotel again. We made out again, I asked him how we got around not having sex with his other girlfriend. He admitted that she was frustrated but he sometimes gave her oral pleasure, and even he wasn't sure exactly how he got away with hiding that cage from her.


He thought it was time, it wasn't. I knew he was craving release.  I told him it wasn't time yet. But I can give him at least a little bit of relief, but he had to trust me, he nodded his head with tears in his eyes because he really wanted to fucked and he was obsessed with me. He was wrapped around my finger.  


I put on a strap-on, and made him suck my rubber dick.  I made him do this for nearly a half an hour, told me how wet he was making me with each stroke of his tongue. Asked if you could smell my arousal and he nodded his head. I asked him if you was ready for us to fuck.  And then I pulled him up and bent him over the bed with his ass up in the air. He questioned it, and I told him I was going to give him some relief, and I was just going to make sure we got to fuck like I offered.


I know I couldn't have done this on the first night, but I know a week in that little cage, the desperation to get free, his growing obsession with me, and the fact that he was so horny at that one moment broke his will just enough for him to agree. I guess it didn’t hurt that I told him he was making me horny… Once I pushed inside his ass I used my left hand to get a good grip on his hip and in my right hand, I got a good grip on his cage…. And then I fucked him… and I fucked him hard…. And I fucked him fast.  I felt his cock start to twitch, and I pulled out, nothing happened, so I repeated three times until I got the smallest bit of cum, and knew he had a ruined orgasm.


He was still horny.  Such is the fate of those who have their orgasms ruined.


He asked me to remove the cage. I said I would if you was going to give up any chance of fucking my pussy. Or he could just tell me he was happy to keep it a little longer. Because I really wanted to free him so we could fuck.  He agreed to keep it on, and we were to meet two days later.  He arrived at the hotel, and there was a dress on the bed. I left a note to put that on, and text me when he was ready.  It was thirty five minutes later…


So I entered the hotel room, and told him that he looked absolutely fuckable.  I used a new kind of dildo in the strap-on, this one had a single button press to cum.  Using a lubricant that had the feel and consistency of male ejaculate, I fucked him in the ass and the mouth, admittedly not in that order, and came inside him. I brought him to another ruined orgasm, and got him to agree to meet in the hotel again in two more days.  Imagining him dripping cum out of his ass for hours…


This time when he arrived, it was not only a dress but hosiery, heels, a wig, and lipstick. He texted me within ten minutes to say he was ready. Rinse, repeat.


The next time, Victor and I both arrived. We took pictures as we were walking in, and made it clear that we're going to have a threesome unless he wanted Alicia to get these pictures 3 minutes later. He agreed. We spit roasted him, me fucking his ass, while he sucked Victor's dick.  We didn't trust him so he agreed to wear a ring gag, and when I made him have a ruined orgasm, I told him to keep sucking. He did. And then I brought him to another ruined orgasm…. And when he finally brought Victor to an orgasm, he swallowed every drop, and I brought Donald to a third ruined orgasm.


As part of the plan, Victor looked at Donald lying on the bed exhausted, and asked me if I was really going to fuck him on Friday.  I told him that of course I was, he'd been good for days, he finally deserved it, and if she had asked nicely I would take off the cage.


Then came Friday.  Victor entered first. I knew the plan was supposed to go, Victor was going to tell him to get him ready and I would join them shortly. I walked in to see Donald wearing his dress, heels, wig, lipstick, and chastity cage of course… and of course he had his arms behind his back eagerly sucking at Victor's dick. Again, we spit roasted him and I made him have three more ruined orgasms. And then while he was flying on the bed, partially defeated.  I took out his ring gag.


I held his jawin my hand, “Victor, who is the little-” I hate to admit it, but I did use the f-word I hate so much- “-now..


Donald even said that he was the f-word. And I giggled, asking to say that again. He did.


Victor asked if I was still going to fuck him right then and there.


I said in no uncertain terms that I was about to do it right then and there. Donald's head popped up, and he sat up, and I asked him if you wanted me to take his chastity cage off right then, or after I showed him the surprise in the closet. He looked confused, so I asked him again if he wanted to see the surprise I had for him in the closet. He nodded his head.


Balancing carefully on his high heels, he walked to the closet and opened the door. Inside was a chair, the chair itself wasn't important, but the fact that Alicia was tied and gagged in the chair, tear-ruined makeup, apparently she had seen the whole bloody affair.  


He stepped back, shocked. I took off the key from around my neck, the one that could free his dick from its cage, and put it around her neck.  


With hand in hand, Victor and I left, and right before I close the door I told him to consider himself fucked.Honestly, I wondered if he took the key and freed himself first.. Or if he freed her and found his dick under her control… Not that it really mattered anymore…


Yeah, earlier in the day I had arranged to meet her at the hotel to have a discussion where neither of the boys could hear. She didn't expect me to drug her, I know she did not expect to wake up tied up the way she was, but I did leave one little note saying to keep quiet and you might learn something important. I can only imagine the thoughts going through her head when she saw her fiance walk in and dress up in drag and start blowing her STBX, I can only imagine the thoughts going through her head when she watched me walk in and start plowing him from behind. I can only imagine the thoughts going through her head when she watched her fiance take a load across the face and then start sucking every other drop down his throat from her ex.  Or the part where her fiance who used to call her STBX an F-word clearly stated with enthusiasm that’s what he was, twice…  or what was going through her had when she watched her fiance in front of her STBX and his girlfriend open the closet expecting to see a sex toy or something, and found her instead…


They stayed together a little bit longer, I assume for professional purposes, but anyone who watched them could see that they were no longer the super happy couple that they were. Victor moved a month later, I stayed with him for that month to establish the roles we had. Once he moved I went back to my business, we had an amicable break up on social media.  We each claimed the other was a fantastic influence, but I had to leave to take a better job, and he wasn’t ready for a Long Distance thing, so we wished each other well…


Alicia and Donald never got married. I had my fun. I got a nice paycheck. And Victor got his revenge. 


In the months that followed, Victor ended up taking more of the shared assets than even he had thought, I guess the idea that Donald’s infidelity would spread kept her quiet.  It was fine for her to cheat on him, but the idea someone would cheat on her….  Unacceptable.Fucking Narcissist.But Victor made out, and not to sound cliche, but… To the Victor; went the spoils…The End.


Well I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Let me know your thoughts, what you were expecting versus what happened, or even how well you followed my instructions.


And yes… You may cum now.  And if you are a good pet, you’ll thank me for it. 

If you haven’t done so already, Check out my last couple stories.  :)



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