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Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia comes across a magic necklace, which she uses to bring about some sort of dyv-ine karma from a deserving person. 



Come on girls you know before we even start, that there are rules to follow:

1) You are the property of Mistress Dyvia, so say it, “I belong to Mistress Dyvia, I am her property, and I must do whatever she tells me to do until she decides to release me.” 
2) You must be aroused before reading this story. Be hard, or be wet, but be aroused. 
3) I want there to be an extra thick coat of lipstick on your lips, and whenever you read “yes mistress,” you will say it aloud and press your lips together. 
4) Since the story is about a magic necklace, I want you to be wearing one. It matters very little to me whether or not it’s a men’s necklace or a woman’s, but I want some jewelry handing around your neck. 
5) When you are done reading, you will email me. You will tell me how well you followed your instructions, when you came (if you did so) and on top of that I encourage comments about my story. When you press send, I release you: so that you are no longer my property. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Sexual Revelation

I had received an email that had suggested for me to come to a little curio shop in the downtown area across from the town hall. The email was a bit obscure and had suggested that it would be in my best interest. 

I smiled and decided that my curiosity had won me out. Though one thing did get to me, ‘a curio shop across from town hall?’ an amusing thought to say the least. But I decided it might be worth the trip. 

Of course I picked the worst day to go. As I arrived there was some sort of protest in front of the town hall. I tried not to pay attention and instead chose to simply just walk into the curio shop. Their was a clerk reading a newspaper, I thought about asking him if he was or knew the person who had asked me to come, but decided to look around instead. It was interesting, there were things like scented candles and jewelry, and different odds and ends… a curio shop. I didn’t really see anything I wanted: though I did spend a few minutes smelling the candles. 

Finally, I approached the man behind the counter. I had imagined an old man, but this man must have been in his mid-twenties. He looked up, put his newspaper down, and smiled at me, “Is there anything I can help you with?” 

“Maybe, My name is Dyvia…” his eyes widened, so I knew it was probably this young man that emailed me. “…And I received an interesting email, that asked me to comedown here.” 

His smiled widened. “Yes, yes, I sent you that email…” he looked me up and down. 

Before he could apologize for staring, or change the subject, I quickly said, ”A pink sweater and a pair of jeans is normal winter clothes for me. And more importantly I don’t usually wear corsets, latex or thigh-high high heels publicly unless I’m going to a fetish club or something as exciting.” 

”I suppose that would make sense,” he replied, almost disheartened. 

“So what is it that you called me here for?” 

”First of all, my name is Robert, Nice to meet you.” 

”Nice to meet you too,” I said with a smile. 

“Well I recently acquired this interesting trinket.” He stepped up off of his chair, then bent down and reached under his counter. He pulled out a little jewelry box, and opened it. It was a beautiful necklace and I’m not an expert, but it looked like white gold, with a pendent made out of an amethyst. “I was sold this, and was shown that it has some unusual properties.” 

I raised an eyebrow, “it is beautiful, but I don’t think I have the money for something like that.” 

”It’s properties is what I think would really grab your attention.” He smiled a bit, “I’ve read some of the stuff on your website… This necklace is magic.” 

I started to chuckle. 

”No really it is. Anyone who wears it becomes ‘Laura.’ Well sort of. Anyone who puts it on: takes the body and name of a woman named ‘Laura.’ For the most part their mind is the same, except they can’t remember their real name. But the real interesting part is that if you put it on someone else, they would become your slave.” 

Now granted I was amused, I didn’t really believe it, but I was enjoying Robert’s tale. “My slave, huh?” 

”Yes, your slave. But they would only be your slave in terms of obedience, at first. If you hold the gem for ten seconds while they’re wearing it; it becomes red, and that means that they lose their will to you until you turn the gem blue again by holding it for ten seconds.” 

I was still amused, “Anything else I should know?” 

“Well as I understand it, only the person who clasps the clasp; can unclasp it. And if the person takes the necklace off, while the gem is red, then their will still belongs to the person who put it on them, even though their body and name will return to normal. But if they take the necklace off without undoing the clasp, or if its pulled off by someone else, the necklace will heal itself, and the person will still be under the effects of the magic until the person who put it on, unclasps it while its worn.” 

This had the potential for a great story idea at the very least, “And what happens if I enslave put this necklace on a random person, they become Laura, and they take the necklace off, they’re still Laura, and they still have to obey me?” 

Robert nodded his head, “Yes.” 

”And what happens, if I took that necklace, and put it around someone else’s neck? Do they become Laura as well? Nothing? Or does the first person go back to normal?” 

Robert looked at me, “I didn’t think of asking that to the guy who sold it too me. I don’t know.” 

Just to reconfirm, “And if I put it on myself, I wouldn’t be enslaved to anyone?” 

“No.” 

”What happens if I held the jewel for ten seconds?” 

”Nothing.” He smiled eagerly. 

”And exactly how much would such a trinket cost me?” 

”Ten thousand dollars.” he said. 

I did laugh, “I’m not paying ten thousand dollars for that, and ya know what? If that gem changed to red, I’m pretty sure the gem isn’t real either, though it does look real. Ten thousand? You’d be lucky to get one hundred for it.” 

The man’s smiled faded, but didn’t completely fade away. “I’d be willing to make you a deal. As I said, I’ve seen your web site and I’ve been aroused by reading some of your stories. I’d be willing to give you this little trinket, and all I’d ask is that someday if the mood hits you right, come and surprise me, and make me into one of your ‘victims.’ And if you find that the necklace doesn’t work as I’ve said, then I guess I’ll never see you again.” He held out his hand. “Its nothing official, just a hand shake agreement, and the two of us assuming that we can trust the other person.” 

I held out my hand, and shook his. He handed me the necklace in its box. I opened it up again, and took it out. Right in front of him I slipped it behind my neck, and clasped the clasp. My body shortened just a couple inches, my boobs grew and made my bra became kinda tight, and my hair went from a dark red to blond. 

”Do you know what your name is?” 

”Laura.” 

”No it’s Dyvia.” 

I looked at the necklace. “Really? That name doesn’t even seem remotely familiar to me. That is the power of this necklace?” 

”Yeah.” 

I poked my boobs. “They’re fake ya know.” 

”They are? How can you tell?” 

”So how is it that some ancient magical necklace uses silicon?” I asked 

“Well it isn’t really ancient. I used the serial number to check its history, its only about four years old, so the magic was put on it since then. 

I laughed for a moment. I unclasped and took off the necklace, which had me back to normal, and then I put it in its box. Almost as I said it, there was a deafening shout outside, as the crowd screamed “no!” 

”What is that all about?” I asked him. 

”Town officials are trying to take some old anti-sodomy laws off the book, and they’re taking it as some pro-gay movement from the local government.” Then he added with a bit of sarcasm, “can’t have that now, can we.” 

I saw a man with a t-shirt that said, ‘Procreation, not Recreation.’ And I looked at Robert and said, “if that’s guy is so concerned with Procreation of recreation, shouldn’t he be protesting a condom plant before all this crap?” He shrugged. “Well, thanks again for the gift, I imagine you’ll be seeing me again when you least expect it.” 

He smiled, “thanks Dyvia, see you again then!” 

As I stepped out, the protest was at their apex, and some church minister or something was standing high on the back of a pickup truck with a mega-phone. “Well my children I’m grateful to you all for coming out here and showing everyone, that we will not allow evil like this to infest our town nor our lives! And I would just like to take a minute to thank our good friends Sean and Michelle Smith for organizing and informing us of this great travesty of justice. A man and a woman, presumably married, who were arm in arm stood up onto the truck and waved to the crowd. 

I reached into my purse. And held the necklace. All I really had to do was decide. Sean? Or Michelle? 

The following day I found myself asking about Sean and Michelle. Turns out that Michelle was a stereotypical stay-at-home wife. To be honest this completely blew my mind. Not so much that she stayed home, but they had no kids and she still chose to be a homemaker. But I guess that was what she wanted. Sean on the other hand worked as a lawyer, and was the public defender. Not a surprise to me; was that he was a Republican. 

Sean left work everyday at 6pm and everyday but Thursday went to the local bar for two drinks with his best friend. Thursdays he met his wife for bowling. So my plan would be for Thursday. 

Thursday came quickly. And I of course, was all ready. At about 5:30 I put the necklace on and as Laura, I called his wife on the phone. “Hi Michelle?”

”Yes?” she asked. 

”Look I’m sorry there was this problem at the bowling alley, we’ve seemed to have lost power, and the back up generator doesn’t seem to be working. So I’m calling all the league bowlers and letting them know that we’re gonna cancel for tonight, I’m sorry.” 

”Oh well thank you, that’s too bad. I’ll call and let Sean know.” 

”Alright, I’m sorry again.” I told her. 

At that I took off the necklace, and put it back into its little box. I drove my car down to the courthouse. By then most of the people had gone home for the day. I parked my car next to his. At about 5 minutes of 6, I opened my car hood, and waited. I was wearing a tight leather mini-dress and a pink blouse. I left a couple of the buttons at the top open so he could see my black bra. I thought it was a bit over-the-top. But I waited. He came out at 6 right on the button. 

As he came to his car, “Are you okay?” he asked me. 

”I don’t know, my car won’t start.” 

”Oh, do you have triple A? You can use my cell.” 

”I don’t… I can’t believe I left my lights on all day…” I lied. 

”Oh is that it? I’m not very good with cars, but I do know how to jump-start an engine. I have cables in my car.” He smiled generously. 

I almost felt bad about this, but I thought of that stupid protest from earlier. “Here I have a flashlight.” I handed it to him, “if you can figure out which thing is the battery.” 

”Thanks” he said. He turned on the flashlight, which was really bright, but it also made it harder for him to see in the dark. He started pulling at the red plastic thing that covered the thing that you put the jumper cables on (hey I never said, I knew much about cars either). But as he did so, carefully snaked my hands around him, and undid the necklace, and as quickly as I could, I pulled the necklace ends around, and clasped the clasp behind his neck. His eyes locked on to one of his curly blond locks, “what the hell is that?” He paused. “What the…?” He knew his voice had changed, but hadn’t understood. 

”Get in the passenger side of my car Laura.” 

”The hell I…” her legs started going without her permission, “…will.” 

I shut the hood of my car, and started driving to a motel that was close by. “Okay Laura, just so we’re clear, you will do anything I tell you to, whether you want to or not. I can make you want to do things, but I really don’t have to.” 

”I don’t know what kind of crazy bitch you are, but you just can’t go around-“ she tried to yell. 

“Shut up, and don’t say a word, unless I tell you to. And behave yourself.” I demanded. 

Her mouth started moving, but not a sound came out. She put her head down in resignation. “Good girl.” I waited a few seconds for her just to take it all in, “as you know, your name is Laura, and you will obey any and everything I tell you to do while you are like this. I heard some of the mean things you said at the protest the other day… Well maybe not you, but I heard some mean things said, and I understood you were one of the people who organized it. So I decided to come up with an appropriate way to punish you. I’m gonna help you be gay.” 

I could tell she tried to yell at me, but she was still instructed not to talk. 

”You may speak, but only when you do so calmly.” 

”You can’t just make me gay.” 

I giggled, “Like I couldn’t just make you a girl?” 

”But how?” 

”Well first off, look at me. Are you attracted to me?” 

”Yes.” 

”And you’re a woman?” 

“No.” she argued 

I smiled and looked at her, “you look like a woman, you sound like one, what’s your name?” 

”Laura…” she admitted. 

”But isn’t that a girl’s name?” I asked. 

”Yes…” 

So then I raised the next inevitable question, “If you like girls, and you are a girl, doesn’t that kinda make you at least a little bit gay?” 

”I suppose so.” 

I grimaced a bit, “Well if you could only answer yes or no…?” 

She nodded her head, “yes.” 

”See, good girl.” I pulled into the motel, “Now smile a lot, and act like we’re friends.” She got out of the car and we approached the woman in the office. “Hi we’d like two rooms please.” She gave us the keys to the rooms and I kept both. I stopped at my car again and had her carry my bag inside one of the rooms. 

”Get naked Laura.” And she took off all her man clothes leaving only the necklace around her neck. “Well from now on, when I give you an instruction, you will say “yes Mistress” before proceeding. Do you understand?” 

”Yes Mistress.” 

”Good Girl.” 

”Stand still.” I placed my hands between her legs. I could tell that even though I had instructed her to remain still, she was still struggling to do so. I just held my hand there, and used my tongue to play with her neck. I slowly went all the way up to her ears, and down her neck again. Just playing with her erogenous zones in those couple of places, for about a minute and half were all I needed. I pulled my hand away, and it was more than a little wet. I pressed it to Laura’s nose, “Smell” and she did. ”What do you think of that Laura?” 

“I don’t know.” 

I pressed my fingers to her mouth, and forced them inside. “Suckle the juice” And she gently sucked on my fingers until I pulled my fingers out. “Good girl, now sit on the bed.” 

“Yes Mistress.” 

I opened up my bag. I threw a pink bustier on to the bed next to her, and a matching sheer thong, garter belt and stockings. I helped her get into each of the items, “well what do you think Laura?” 

”They’re sexy, I wish they were on my wife not me.” she said. 

I went back to my bag, and pulled out high heels that were just her size. And a white ribbon to help her hair go up. 

I then pushed her down onto the bed, and kissed her on the lips. She resisted a little bit. And at last I pressed on the amulet of the necklace, and held my thumb on it for ten seconds. When I looked down it was blood red. “Now play with me with the enthusiasm you would play with your wife.” 

”Yes Mistress.” And she kissed me as passionately as any man would kiss a wife, but with the softness of a wife kissing a husband. 

There were many places on her body to touch. And so many places I did. My tongue and teeth started with her ears, and moved slowly down to her neck. And it only took a few minutes for her to reciprocate. We kissed gently, and then it grew more intense. I gently moved behind her kissing her neck and rubbed her tummy, and moved my hands up further touching her boobs. Once again, the feeling instantly reminded me that they were fake. But she delighted in the sensations, and my hands rubbed across her chest, and when I was satisfied, I realized that she was excited enough; I stopped. She reached out for me, but I stepped away. But I only stopped for a few minutes, so that I could get a toy. 

It was pink strap-on dildo. Her eyes widened in fear. But still under the affects of the red jewel, I said, “Relax, and enjoy the sensations you want this.” And she calmed down, and looked at the dildo hanging from my harness with a little more interest, and much less fear.” I kissed her again laying atop her. As our boobs were just resting in one another, and as our tongues were just touching, I thrust my dildo inside her. She let out a large grunt. And I fucked her, and then I fucked her, and soon she was begging for release… And I granted it to her, and when I saw her chest turn red, and heard her mouth gasping for air, I knew she had achieved her first orgasm as a female. 

”Did you enjoy that Laura?” I asked. 

”Yes Mistress…” she said dreamily. 

”Good because you’re not through yet.” And I smiled as devilishly as I possibly could. Then I walked over to the exit, and opened up the door, and yes I was still naked except for my strap-on and said, “Jason! Can you come in please?” The look on her face when Jason walked in was priceless. She was horrified. “Start taking off your clothes Jason.” And as he did I returned my attention to Laura. “Look at him Laura.” And she did. “Do you like what you see?” 

“No Mistress.” She answered… But at least it was an honest answer. 

”Well look anyway,” which I didn’t actually have to say; she was still looking from the first time I told her. “Now I want you to think of all the sexual excitement you felt when we were just making love…” though I do have to wonder… was that appropriate to say? ‘Making love…?’ 

“Yes mistress?” she asked. 

“I want you to refocus all that excitement, arousal and lust on that man instead of me.” 

And the shift in her personality was flawless. She licked her lips, and just looked at Jason, with an enthusiasm of a wolf coming across a stray sheep. “Yessss. Missstress.” She replied to my ‘command.’ 

I smiled then said, “Be careful Jason, she just might wear you out.” 

Jason smiled, “Thank you Mistress, I’ll taking your warning seriously, and hope that I can keep her satisfied.” 

And I watched as Jason started kissing her and then eventually started fucking her. He wasn’t as sensual as I think men should be, its like boobs, lips, pussy during sex… But Laura seemed to love it. At one point Jason turned her over and started fucking her from behind, and I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of thoughts went through her head being used like that… But she had at least three orgasms, and was going strong. 

I put a robe on and stepped out for a minute. I went to a phone, and dialed up Laura’s wife… err Sean’s wife… yeah. 

She answered, “hello?” 

”Hi, this is the Sunset Motel, I’m sorry to bother you, but you’re a Sean Smith left this number. He’s making a dreadful racket here, and he won’t answer the door, we were going to call the police, but were hoping that maybe someone at the phone number he left could help?” 

She was of course stunned, “Umm, I guess, the Sunset Motel?” 

”Yes room 108.” I answered. Thinking the best part of me taking on Laura earlier: was that she wouldn’t recognize my voice from the bowling alley phone call. She hung up really abruptly. 

As I stepped back inside, Laura was lustfully, sucking at Jason’s cock. I smiled. I walked up to the two. I reached in my bag and pulled out a curly blond wig. “Stop.” And they both did. I unclasped the red necklace, which should have returned Laura to Sean, but still leave him under my control. 

Jason’s eyes bulged out. “Holy shit…” 

Sean’s phone beeped, he had a text message from Michelle, “Where are you?” 

I answered for him, “I’m at the bar.” 

She replied, “No you’re not, I called, no one has seen you all night.” And I didn’t reply to that, but I put his cell phone back with the rest of his clothes.

I petted him on the head, and said, “Relax, I’ll tell you about it later, but I want you to cum, when you see a car pull up outside.” 

”Yes Mistress.” Jason said with the enthusiasm I’ve come to expect. 

“Sean…” I started as I put the wig on his head, “I want you to masturbate as you suck his cock. And you will go after his cum like it’s the most important thing in the world to you. But once that door opens the next time, you will act like your normal self, until I find you tomorrow, to undo what I have done. Do you understand?” 

”Yes Mistress.” Sean replied. 

I touched up his lipstick, I found it amusing watching him wearing all of Laura’s clothes, and how they were now stretched out. “Well start sucking Sean.” 

”Yes Mistress Thank You!” And eagerly wrapped his lips around Jason’s cock again. 

”You’re welcome Sean, and remember, no talking about magic necklaces, or me.” He grunted in response (his mouth was full), and I petted him on the head saying “Good Girl.” 

I ducked into a dark closet and just a minute or so later, headlights showed up in front of the windows, a car door slammed. I heard Jason making his normal ‘here I cum, ready or not’ sounds. And the door opened just in time for Michelle to see her husband dressed up as a girl get a load shot onto his face. Of course her walking in was the trigger that made him feel almost normal again. 

So normal homophobic Sean just gets a cum sprayed in his face, as his homophobic wife walks in… he was shocked, he was disgusted, and he fell flat on his face running after his wife, who was storming out. He struggled to grab his clothes, but his wife was starting the car and he was running after her car, calling out her name. I was laughing hysterically. 

Jason looked at me, “That was just… Mean.” 

”Well I’m sorry if you feel that way Jason, but they were two homophobes, who put together a rally to try butt in on people’s lives that they have no business being a part of. I almost wish I went after her instead. But I had my fun for now, how about you?” 

Jason nodded, “yeah Mistress D, I always have a blast when you’re around.” 

I smiled, “Awww thanks hun.” And I hugged him. I looked down at the red necklace; I would have to find Sean after work the next day to undo everything. But the damage had been done. I doubt his wife would stay quiet, and once it got around the church community what he had done, then I doubt his voice would hold much sway fro much longer. 

The End for now 


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