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 meets her friend and sometime rival, Mistress Diana, and they use their subs to make a bet and enjoy their friendly rivalry. 

Well I’m going to be lazy right now. So I’m going to list the rules, then start the story. So for all of you who like my stories and wish to be my slave girls for a little while; OBEY: 

Rule #1) As always you must be aroused before reading this story, it’s the easiest rule to follow. 
Rule #2) You belong to me, I own you, and you accept that you are my property. Upon finishing this story you will email me, and tell me how well you followed my instructions, and any comments about the story that you wish to include. When you press send, I will release you. 
Rule #3) Wrap a piece of string, around your arm, not too tightly, and leave it there until tomorrow, if you wish to use a colorful ribbon that’s fine, if you wish to use a shoelace, that’s fine, or if you simply choose to use kite string, that is fine. Tomorrow night before you go to bed, you may remove it. But until then, it will serve as a constant reminder, that you submitted to me; Mistress Dyvia. 
Rule #4) Lipstick. I want you to be wearing it, if you don’t have any, use chap stick, if you don’t have any of that, I will excuse you for tonight, but I want you to have some by tomorrow. And the next erotic story you read, whether by me, or someone else, you will be wearing it. 
Rule #5) If you own them, Wear high heels, the higher the heel; the happier your mistress will be. 

And on with my story. 

Mistress Dyvia Presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s

Rivalry
 

Oh Hi hun, how are you? Oh yeah? I can’t believe you heard about Diana and me. Oh, you didn’t hear the whole story? Well that’s just too bad. Well it all started when I got an invitation to meet and introduce a couple subs. She was going to bring one of hers, I was going to bring Ursula. 

So Ursula was dressed up. She wasn’t quite as noticeable as most of my girls usually are. “Quit fidgeting,” I said to Ursula as I noticed that’s she was playing with her fake nails. She was wearing a tight black pants, a navy blue blouse and she had flat shoes with no heels. Her make up was done subtly as I did not want her to attract too much attention. Of course I was just the opposite, the club we went to like the “out-for-sex-look” and I was wearing a PVC catsuit, a red corset, red elbow length gloves, and red thigh-high high heeled boots. Not an unusual look for me, but I love the black on red look.

”Sorry mistress.” She folded her arms around her oversized bag, “So I’m confused, Mistress Diana is a switch?” 

”Well no not exactly. From the conversations we’ve had, if I were to guess, I would say that she is either dominant or submissive. It depends on whom she is with rather than the mood she is in. If she is with a submissive individual, her personality shifts to a more domme personality, if she is with a dominant person, she naturally takes a more submissive attitude.” 

”Oh I think I understand.” 

I laughed. “Well regardless, she’s a nice person, be respectful.” 

”Of course Mistress! I’m just curious why you have me dressing so plainly.” 

And it was a fair question. If you’ve listened when I’ve told you my other stories, you know that I usually make my girls very noticeable. “Well Ursula, I know Diana, and I know that her sub will be dressed very flashy, probably very whorish, she loves the Latina-whore look.” I paused to think, “and we will probably have a contest between the two of you to see which of you is better, and I think with your looks as they are, she’ll think she’s in the lead, when she is far from it.” 

She smiled, “I see Mistress, well I hope that I will be as good as you think I will.” 

”Oh don’t worry hun, you always are.” 

A short time later we arrived at the club. I had a VIP membership and we brought to an upper floor. We looked down at the dance floor, there must have been five hundred people dancing below us. We ordered a couple non-alcoholic drink while we waited for Diana and her slave to arrive. 

We enjoyed the people watching, until we heard “Dyvia! Hun, how are you?” 

”Diana! I am very well, thank you… How are you?” I looked her up and down. She knew what I was going to wear and she dressed the opposite. She wore a red PVC catsuit with a black corset, black gloves and black thigh-high, high heeled boots. 

”I’m wonderful, it is so good to see you.” 

I agreed, “Yes it is wonderful to see you too,” I stood up and gave her a hug, “I love the outfit.” 

”Well it was inspired by a good friend.” 

”Awwww. Thanks hun.” I smiled widely at the compliment. 

Then I turned and pointed out Ursula, “Mistress Diana, I would like you to meet Ursula. Ursula, this is Mistress Diana.” 

Ursula dropped to her knees and kissed Diana’s hand like a good girl. 

Diana smiled, “It is a pleasure to meet you Ursula. 

”And pleasure to meet you as well mistress Diana.” 

Diana looked at me, “Where did you meet such a good girl?” 

”Oh she’s not that good,” I winked at her, and Ursula smiled, “But I met her in the city one day, we kinda bumped into one another, and I guess she just never got away from me.” 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a very familiar look coming towards me. Now I can’t remember did I ever tell you about my Slut and Whore story? Well if you remember the whore in that one… Well this girl was dressed perfectly for it. A black miniskirt, a neon pink blouse, with no buttons tied just under her tits, a dirty blond wig, black ankle boots with 6-inch heels, a black miniskirt, and whorish makeup. And as she walked up to us in this hyper-sexual walk, she said, “Hello.” 

”Hello” I said to this woman, then looked at Diana, “I love the look, but you didn’t name her Rosa did you?” 

Diana laughed loudly, Both Ursula and the new girl seemed unsure of themselves, “No, no Dyv, Her name is Maria.” Maria was looked like she was a Latina whore. Diana herself was half-latina, and half-Italian, though it was hard to see her Italian traits. These two mad a lovely set. So we all sat down, “I’m surprised that you didn’t dress Usula up a little more.” 

I smiled, “well she is the best, she doesn’t need to look very glamorous to get my assignments done. And besides she looks very lovely tonight.” 

Diana agreed, “Yes she does look lovely, but do you care to make a bet on just how well she would follow through?” 

”Of course I would.” I reached over and took Maria’s purse, and opened it, I looked inside, then looked at her and smiled. Even under all her makeup I could see her blush, then I turned my gaze back to Diana “And let me guess, you had this planned already?” 

”Of course.” 

”And what is the bet? Who can make the most money in an hour?” 

”Well I was going to say by midnight, but an hour will be fine.” Diana said with a little too much ego. 

I looked at Ursula, “I know you’re not really dressed for selling your body, but do you think you could make more money in an hour than Maria?” 

”Of course Mistress.” Ursula said reflecting my pride in her. 

“And what will we be betting Diana?” 

Diana looked at me, and reached over the table, and I lifted myself up to meet her. Her nose almost touching my own, “A week of service.” 

”Done.” And we sealed the agreement with a light kiss to the lips. “Ursula, go down, come back up here in an hour with as much money as you can get.” 

”Yes Mistress.” Ursula said and bowed. 

Maria looked at Diana, “With your permission mistress?” 

”Of course hun, go.” And she blew a kiss to Maria. 

Both of our subs went down the stairs side by side. I looked at Diana, this could get very interesting.” 

And we looked at out complimentary champagne glasses, held them up, simultaneously said “cheers,” as we tapped glasses and drank. 

So Diana and I chatted about some of our experiences, many of which I can imagine you’ve already heard. I must have told you about some of them. Oh, you know, like the ‘Cocksucker,’ or ‘the exercise routine,’ etc etc. We shared a few laughs. She told me how she met Maria. It was an online game for a while between the two of them. Diana really liked the erotic email exchange. Then Maria started sending photos to prove to Diana that she had been following all of her instructions, and wasn’t just playing a game. Diana, offered to meet her, and Maria eagerly accepted. And that was just the beginning of Maria’s decent into debauchery. 

I looked down onto the floor, I saw Maria, the man looking at her, was nodding his head. She reached into her purse and pulled out a condom. In case you didn’t understand why she blushed earlier, her purse had nothing but condoms in it. She took the man by his hand and lead him towards the backroom. 

”You’re girl is shameless, I’m impressed Diana.” 

”You have no idea.” She pointed to Ursula, who was sitting at a bar, “That’s the third man she’s flirted with who just wasn’t interested.” 

”Well I’m not concerned.” I said with confidence. 

”I’m starting to think you might want to start calling me ‘Mistress Diana’ now, and I could start calling you ‘slave Dyvia.’” And she let out a little chuckle. 

“Don’t get overconfident yet Diana, there’s still plenty of time left.” 

Maria was back and flirting with another man. And quite quickly she was leading this man into another room. And Diana looked at me, “That’s two for Maria, and none for Ursula.” She watched Ursula for a few minutes, “Oh my Dyvia, I think she’s accepting a few to many drinks from people.” 

”And why do you say that?” I asked innocently. 

”She’s really wild, almost scaring the men away… She’s bumping into people left and right. She’s completely uncoordinated.” 

”I dunno, looks can be deceiving Diana, and Ursula has yet to let me down. I have faith in that girl.” I took a drink. 

Distracting ourselves from the contest for a minute, Diana asked me, “How did that bank meeting go? Did you get that loan you were hoping to get?” 

“Haha, Of course I did, I brought the right clothes” 

She laughed and asked, “The right clothes huh? and exactly what did you wear?” 

”Oh my outfit was tasteful and conservative-“ 

”-yeah, you?” she interrupted sarcasticly. 

”Yeah me!” I laughed trying to fake anger, “But the clothes I meant were the ones that ended up on the bank manager.” 

”The bank manager? You interviewed the bank manger for your loan? That doesn’t sound right.” 

And I agreed, “No I met with someone else, the bank manager just happened to walk in while I was convincing the loan officer to give me a good APR. Well one thing lead to another, I won a staring contest and he was in a dress with his lipstick covered lips wrapped around my strap-on.” 

”No!” she yelled with wide eyes, and an amused smile. 

”Yes!” 

”So what about you Diana? Any new and interesting stories for you?” 

She smiled, “I got out of a ticket a couple weeks ago.” 

”A speeding ticket?” I inquired. 

”Yes!” she said with a very wide smile. 

”Okay I’m all ears.” I encouraged. 

”Well I was on vacation, and I was going down this highway at almost eighty miles per hour. The speed limit was fifty-five… Now I know I should have known better, but I did it anyway. And suddenly he I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the lights flashing and the siren went. I pulled over and he asked my license and registration. He took them and looked at them and was like, you look familiar, have we met?’ and I was like’ well officer, I’m sure I would remember meeting someone as cute as you.’ And he shrugged and said, ‘I recognize the name too, you didn’t by any chance go to Roosevelt High, did you?’ I shook my head, ‘No hun. Ahem sir, I didn’t.’ and he looked at my picture and name again, ‘hmm I wonder where I know you from then…’ and then I said, ‘Well I do have a bit of a notorious reputation on the internet for putting men into skimpy little cocktail dresses, maybe you’ve seen pictures?’ He turned red and dropped everything in his hands, he bent over, picked them up and handed me my license and registration back, then added, ‘Well I’ll let you off with a verbal warning this time, please drive more carefully in the future.’ And before I could say thank you, he was in his car speeding off down the road.” 

It took me a moment to get all of that, I did have a little,e buzz going on, and she spoke so much of the ‘he said, I said’ that it took me a couple extra moments to decipher it all and absorb it. Then I started laughing. “Oh Diana that’s great. Who would have thought your reputation would get you out of a speeding ticket like that?” 

Of course our conversations kept going like that until the hour was up. I stopped a waitress, “Excuse me, beth, Could you please have Ursula and Maria paged up to this floor?” 

Beth who’s known me for quite some time, smiled and said, “Of course Mistress Dyvia.” 

Diana looked at me, “Well slave dyvia…” I could hear the lower case ‘S’ and ‘D’ in her voice, “I think I won, Ursula is drunk off her ass, and didn’t get a single man to take her out. And Maria wasted no time at all and scored man after man.” 

I smiled confidently, “We shall see Diana.” 

And for the first time since we made our bet, she didn’t smile, “What is it that you have up your sleeve Dyvia?” 

”The bet wasn’t for who could make the most money from sex, Diana, but who could make the most money down there.” 

The two girls arrived and sat respectively by their Mistresses. Diana looked at Maria a bit nervously I might add, “And How did you do?” 

Maria looked back, I service twelve men Mistress for fifty dollars each and I have won you six hundred dollars.” 

Looking at Ursula I asked, “and how did you do Ursula, my little urchin?” 

Diana looked at Ursula, shocked not only by her lack of slurred speech, but by the word ‘urchin.’ And Ursula handed me her bag, and I opened the contents for Diana and Maria to see, It was filled with wallets and cash, I opened up one wallet, and pulled two hundred dollars out, and threw it on the table. Then fifty, then seventy-five, then one hundred and fifty, another one hundred, a twenty, and a five, I matched Diana’s six hundred and Ursula’s bag was still full, “and one more to win the bet.” And I put down a simple dollar bill. 

Both Maria and Diana were shocked; mouths open wide, and plenty of money still in Ursula’s bag. Then I said to Diana, “Well should I keep counting? Or do you wish to submit now?” 

She took her drink and downed it all at once, and leaned over the table to kiss me lightly on the lips, giving her unspoken word that she was fulfilling the terms of our bet. “I shall sever you as best I can Mistress Dyvia.” 

”Good Girl.” 

”How may I serve you?” she asked me. 

”Well slave Diana, I could use a shoulder massage.” 

”I hear and obey Mistress Dyvia.” And she walked around and gave me my massage. And it was a great one. 

Well that all to that story, next time I see you we’ll have to share some more fun stories like that, now give me a hug and kiss and I’ll will see you again soon. XOXO 


Oh before I forget, I would just like to add that neither I, not Diana, would endorse illegal prostitution or thievery or any other illegal acts that could endanger or harm oneself or another. So don’t steal, or sell yourself. 



Well for those of you interested in Telling Diana what a wonderful person she is for inspiring this little piece of fiction, email her. 


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