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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 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. 

Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia plays a mind game with one of her girls. 


Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s Object of Affection
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Hi there! I’m so happy that you called and wanted me to visit. I love it when we get together to chat about fun times. I couldn’t believe it when you sent me that email about Violet. Did the rumors really spread that quickly? Hehehe, if you’re smiling like that, I guess they must have. 

Oh wait, we can’t start just yet. We have rules for the submissives out there. Lets see where do we start? 

Rule #1: You are owned by Mistress Dyvia, until she chooses to release you. Say it now, “Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you, you are my owner, and I your property.” Good girl. 
Rule #2: You must absolutely without a doubt, be aroused before starting this story. 
Rule #3: If you own them, I wish you to have, eye shadow, lipstick, fake nails and nail polish,a wig, panties (preferably a thong), stockings and garter belt, high heels, and a slutty dress. But do not put them on yet. When you see this - ~~~O~~~ - you will either put on the appropriate clothing or makeup above and or say what my girl says. 
Rule #4: you will obey the last instruction I give my girl in this story. 
Rule #5: you will write to your owner (me), and tell her how well you followed my instructions as well as anything else you may wish to write. When you press send, you will no longer belong to me. 

Well anyway, where was I?

It really started out innocently enough… Okay, okay, don’t look at me like that; when your talking about the games I play with my girls I guess it’s never really innocently enough. But it really started out the day before. I met Frank the day earlier and we had discussed some of his fantasies, and after we went through the normal delights of contracts and markings and such, I hypnotized him. It was a Friday; he had the next day off from whatever job it is that he has. So planted a number of suggestions that made him temporarily forget about me, and certain desires he has. And in all honesty he responded so much better than most. 

But the real story started the next day when he was at a cute little outdoor café. He ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea. He thought it was a bit strange, he was there by himself, and he didn’t drink tea. He had no idea why he ordered it. That’s when I came in. I walked down the sidewalk, and sat down across from him. I was in my street clothes, jeans and a t-shirt with the letter “o” on it. A little eye makeup and my hair was down. 

”Thanks for the tea Frank.” 

He was visibly shaken, “Do I know you?” 

”Yes, you just don’t remember.” 

He was looking at my chest, “How’s that?” 

”It doesn’t really matter to you does it?” 

”No, I guess not.” 

And he was still looking at my chest. “You like my shirt?” 

”Yeah, its interesting.” 

”Yeah? And what you do if I said ‘O’” I asked. 

”bey.” 

”You would obey me?” 

”Yes.” His eyes widened a bit. And I smiled. “What? What did you do to me?” 

”Don’t ask that.” 

”Yes Mistress Dyvia.” 

I smiled again, and sipped the tea. “Good, now pay the bill its time to go.” He wasn’t finished with his coffee, but I was finished with my tea. I drink tea fast for some reason. 

“Yes Mistress Dyvia.” He looked agitated and confused as he pulled out his wallet and dropped a ten-dollar bill on the table, and put the sugar shaker on top of it so it wouldn’t blow away. The two of us walked off. 

We arrived back at my place, and I lead him to my bedroom. I ordered him, “Take off your clothes.” ~~~O~~~ And of course he did so, but he looked at himself confused. “I had you shave off all your hair this morning.” 

”But we never met before this afternoon…?” he tried to argue. 

”If I can make you do anything I want you to, what makes you think, I can’t make you forget things I don’t want you to remember.” 

”I guess…” he was completely unsure of himself. 

I stepped away for just a couple minutes; I quickly changed to a black latex cat suit. I pulled my hair up a bit, and put some make up on in dramatic red. I pulled a red latex thong up and over my ass, and matched it with red opera gloves and red thigh highs with a four-inch heel. 

Coming back in he hadn’t moved an inch, he still seemed unsure of himself, but he seemed distracted by my new attire. I was amused, as always. I held up a tube of a purple lipstick, want some? 

He scowled, “No, lipstick is for women.” 

”I completely agree. So why wouldn’t you want any… lipstick” 

~~~O~~~ ”Lipstick is for girls who suck cock.” His eyes widened. 

I grinned, “cock?” 

~~~O~~~ He blurted out, “I love cock!” 

And I told him, “So you do want some.” And he had no answer for me. So I pressed it to his lips. He seemed so confused. “Now doesn’t that feel nice and smooth on your lips?” 

”…No.” 

”Are you sure you don’t like your… lipstick.” 

~~~O~~~ ”Lipstick is for girls that like to suck cock.” I giggled admittedly. He was programmed to respond to ‘lipstick.’ And ‘cock.’ 

“Really? So if your wearing some, then how exactly do you feel about cock?” I asked with as straight of a face as I could gather. 

~~~O~~~“I love cock.” 

”Excellent.” ~~~O~~~ I started to put some eye shadow on his eyes. It was a light purplish color with a little hint of red. “And of course this color goes on your eye lids to remind you of who you are… right?” 

And as she looked into the mirror it was as if something switched inside of her. She knew what she was for, who she was. “Of course Mistress Dyvia, I’m Violet. And I’m a sexual play thing for anyone and everyone you want me to be.” 

”Yes you are, Violet.” ~~~O~~~ I pulled a blond wig over her head. “Why are you wearing a wig, Violet?” 

”Because its so girly and pretty Mistress Dyvia!” 

“Why are you blond, Violet?” I asked 

~~~O~~~ “Because Mistress, blondes have more fun! 

~~~O~~~ I helped her to attach long fake nails. And then I painted them the same violet color that matcher her lipstick and eye shadow. “And do you know why girls like you have such long fingernails?” 

~~~O~~~ “So that we can be pretty, but more importantly, Mistress Dyvia, so that it is a constant reminder to be dainty and gentle… And very feminine with every little gesture.” 

~~~O~~~ I attached her garter belt and pulled up her violet colored stockings. “And why do girls like you wear stockings?” 

~~~O~~~ ”Because the show off our smooth legs, and they’re so wonderful to look at when looking from my feet to my ass?” 

”Why would they be looking at your ass violet?” 

And Violet as she had been all along, smiled dreamily as she answered my question,~~~O~~~ “Because it would be so firm and raised so high.” 

”And why would it be so firm and raised so high?” I asked. 

~~~O~~~”Because I would be wearing very high heels Mistress Dyvia. And high heels make my ass look so good and my calves look so tight.” 

I smiled. ~~~O~~~ I pulled out a pair of six-inch open toed stilettos and helped her feet into them, and as I’m sure you guessed, they were violet. “How does that make you feel Violet?” 

~~~O~~~ ”I'm horny mistress. So horny knowing that all sorts of men would want to fuck my ass, or maybe my mouth or maybe both.” 

I pulled a thong over her feet and up her legs and put it in place. “Why does a girl like you wear a thong Violet?” 

She smiled and looked me in the eye, ~~~O~~~ “So someone can pull them down and fuck me Mistress, why else would I wear them?” 

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t have the slightest idea.” I used glue and attached her breast forms to her chest giving her a nice double d-cup. “What lovely boobs you have Violet.” 

”The better to stare at Mistress.” 

“Oh yes, I imagine that and so much more.” 

Violet giggled, “I hope so.” 

~~~O~~~ And lastly I had her step into a short violet dress that showed off her beautiful hourglass figure. “And that is a perfect dress for you, Violet.” 

~~~O~~~ ”No Mistress, it’s the perfect wrapping for me!” She yelled with gusto. And finally I attached a collar and then a leash to her neck. “”Oh Mistress are you taking me somewhere fun?” 

”Of course Violet.” 

And soon enough I was leading violet into a large room. One would almost swear it was a museum. There was a strange sculpture it was almost like a wall in the center of the room. It might actually be considered a wall had it not had a strange square block missing in the center. 

I unleashed her collar near this square shape in the art sculpture wall. And two men quickly grabbed each of her arms. Violet squealed in delight, “boys, boys there’s plenty of me to go around.” 

One of the men smiled and said, “Don’t worry we know.” And they secured a weird cut out around her. It was a square and it looked like it would fit in the square in the sculpture wall. It locked her hands under the square from the wait down. On the topside of the square was her waist on up and her wrists to her shoulders. Then men quickly picked her up and put her in to the square finishing the wall. 

She looked a bit confused, but smiled anyway. She was such a good girl; I loved it. I sat down on a ‘throne’ at the end of the wall so I could have a good view of both sides of the wall, I could see her ass bent over obscenely, and her head looking up. 

The doors at the front of the gallery opened; and about two-dozen men came inside. All of which had received a special invitation from me. Each one walked around the wall and each one asked Violet if she wanted to suck their cock, and to each man she replied, “I love cock” And each man then grabbed her ass and caressed her smooth legs. 

Finally two lines were made, and the first two men walked up to her. She opened her mouth and he stuck his cock inside. She sucked hard, and rubbed her tongues as powerfully as she could along his meaty shaft. At that moment she felt her thong being pulled to her knees and deep pressing to her ass. She let out a moan, and with that moan the first man in her mouth came, half of it ended up all over her face, the other half she eagerly swallowed. By the time the next man put his cock in her mouth she felt the man in her ass squirting inside her, and she felt the cum dripping down her leg. But he was so very nice to her, because he pulled her thong back up to cover her ass. He was being so nice by giving the next man a chance to pull down her undies. And over the next twenty minutes, she was ass fucked by eleven more men and she sucked off eleven more men as well... She was so proud to have serviced twenty-four men in not even as many minutes. She was so happy and talented. 

And as the last man left the gallery, I stood up and walked over to her ass. I slapped it lightly, but it made a loud cracking sound. “You are such a hot fucking piece of ass you know that Violet.” She was speechless in her ecstasy. I walked around to her face. I kissed her on her cheek, leaving a little red kiss print. When I pulled away, she looked up, and I felt it, the cum on my lips. I put my finger to the side of my lips to wipe it away, and looked at her. She was looking at me so desperately. Instead I moved my tongue and wiped my lips off with it instead. “Mmmm...Violet you are a lucky girl.” 

”Thank You Mistress!” 

I squatted down to her, and took her hair tightly between my fingers, and pulled her head to the side. I moved my lips to her hair and kissed her earlobe a little and licked along the edge, She seemed enjoy it. And finally I whispered one final instruction to her, “Violet. I want you to cum for me… right now.” And I pulled back just far enough to see her eyes widened, and she held her breath as her chest turned a fiery red, and her body tensed, and then she let out a low indescribable moan as her body went limp. 

”What a good girl.” I said to myself. 

And that is the end of that story. We really should get together again sometime soon. I love sharing these stories with you; you always seem to take such a perverse sense of pleasure from hearing them from me. Bye bye! 



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