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. 

Rules for the slaves and submissives in my audience:
1) To be my slave, just say to yourself that I am.
2) You must be aroused before starting this story
3) You should be wearing either lipstick or high heels while reading this story. And I’ll be much happier if you are wearing both.
4) You must email your Mistress (Me) and tell her both how well you performed your instructions, and your thoughts of the story. At the time you pres the send button, You are once again free, until the next time you read one of my stories and choose to be mine again. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s Television Time

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Hi girls. I’m so glad that we have the chance to talk today. It sometimes seems like we go far too long between conversations. I’m sorry really I am, but you know; sometimes there’s just to many things going on. But we got right now, don’t we? So did you get to watch the show last night? I try to never miss it, and always feel bummy if I do. 

Last night I was having a fun time with this girl named Wendi, well technically she was a guy named Eric, but you know how that goes. Haha, well if it was anyone other than me, you might know, but you know how I like my guys… as girls. So I had her as this cute little bondage doll. The whole night I kept putting her in the most perverted positions, lock her in place, and tease her. 

At one point I had her dressed up as a French maid. She had the short black latex mini-dress, latex opera gloves, the high-heels and apron and cap. I had her arms bound up and around her back. Her were elbows strapped together and her wrists were as well but her wrists were almost at the back of her neck, I was nervous I was going to dislocate her shoulders, so I didn’t push it any further. So there was this cute little tray I had set up that went around her waist and was balanced with the chain connecting to her D-ring around her neck. Okay, okay I admit it, I was having lots and lots of fun, and it was making me really, really hot. 

I had set up these little tasks for her. I went around the house and set up some displays. One example would be that in the kitchen, on the counter I had left a little rack that had four wine glasses. The glasses were suspended by their necks, so that Wendi could get her tray under the bases and lift them up slightly and pull them out. Wendi would have to go and take all four glasses without spilling a drop and bring them to the living room where I showed her. 

Wendi and I walked from room to room until I pointed out each task she was supposed to do. Before sending her off I attached a little chain to her ankles making sure she took little steps, and little bells to the chain and to her skirt. Every step she took I heard the ringing. I thought it was brilliant, and no sooner did I send her off that I realized, that our favorite show was on in just two minutes. So of course I ran to the television room, and turned it on. The credits were going from the previous show. I made it! 

So the show came on and the started with the recap from last week followed by the Introduction with the theme song and cast and such. Then I heard some ringing. I looked up and Wendi was walking slowly, but loudly across the room, and put her wine glasses where they were supposed to go. Then she walked over and grabbed one of the three books I left on the coffee table and watched her leave the room. I looked back at the television screen and… Ackk No! I missed something! That bitch Wendi distracted me… grrr… Then it went to a commercial. After a few minutes, it came back on. I think I was starting to figure out what I missed then. ‘ring ring... ring ring’. Not again. And once again I found myself unable to tear myself away from watching Wendi struggle to pick up the second of the three books. As soon as she left the room again… NO! I missed something else; commercials were playing. 

She wandered back in a couple moments later; the show hadn’t come back on yet. So I wasn’t about to let Wendi keep up this distractive behavior. So I grabbed her tray-first, ignoring the phallic shaped paperweight that slid off and hit the floor. I sat her on the couch and she started to ask, “Mistress Dyvia, I don’t under-?” 

I cut her off by putting my finger to her lips. She silenced herself. I reached under the couch and pulled out my emergency tool kit. I looked up to the television, still on commercial. First time I think I was ever happy to see the commercials take so long. First game a ball gag; it was black shiny and IMO, perfect for her latex French maid outfit. Once in place I told her, “I need you to be quiet for a little while.” She nodded her head. 

The show came back on, and I was down on one end of the couch and helped her lay down on her side using my thigh as a pillow. I decided to let her watch too, so there was no blindfold or anything like that. As the show went on I would do little things like reach over and squeeze her ass, or play with her ‘tits,’ run my fingers thru her hair and such little things like that. I’m sure you know, the little things that remind her that I’m aware she’s there, but at the same time, didn’t distract me from where my attention was. 

The show went to commercial break again. And once again I found myself to be a slave to my own diversions... Hahaha, yeah I thought you might get a laugh out of me referring to myself as a slave, even if it is to my own dominant interests. But I pulled out a spreader bar; it was only about a foot and a half long. I connected it to her knees, and I was amused at how perversely sexual that position was. I sat there amused and inspected it for a while. And then I grabbed a pair of furry handcuffs, and handcuffed her feet together, or maybe that should be foot-cuffed? 

At that point my first instinct was to go to the hogtied position, but I changed my mind. Instead I chose to grab a belt from my little “tool kit.” I almost removed her apron because I thought it may not look right to have a skirt, then an apron, and then a belt on, but I decided it did not really matter all that much. The belt had a couple D-rings on it, and I clipped Wendi’s feet to her belt almost pinning her feet to her ass-cheeks. 

And so the show was on again and in my wicked way I went about teasing the poor dear. She moaned into her gag, and she squirmed. She did her best to appear terrified, which only made my own excitement blossom. I have no idea what I could have done had my attention not been so focused on the show. Although maybe my attention to the show would have been better had I not been so completely horny from Wendi’s audible struggle. Oh, my gosh. I’m getting excited right now, just thinking about her moving around, but getting nowhere. 

I was getting to that desperate point where I was excited for the commercial to come so I could continue my games, but at the same time, I was so enraptured with the show, that I didn’t want to see it end. 

Then the commercial finally came. I knew I only had a few minutes so I wanted to make the most of them. I pulled a little device up around my waist. I’m sure you can guess what that is: a harness of sorts. Then reaching back into my little “tool kit” I pulled out a black latex dildo with a realistic texture to it. 

“Oh I hope Wendi’s been a good girl, because she is about to get a treat.” 

”mmmmm-errremmer-errmm,” which in my own way I would imagine had something to the effect of, ‘Oh yes Mistress I’ve been a good girl, thank you.’ 

Next I pulled the bottle of lube out and placed a nice size glob in the palm of my hand, and started to rub it along the length of ‘my penis.’ Hehehe, I was stroking it, how kinky that must’ve looked if someone saw that from a different angle. Next time I should do it so that Wendi or whatever girl I’m playing with can see it. Once it was nice, wet, and glistening, I picked up Wendi’s skirt, and with a fresh glob, I massaged it into her ass. I double-checked the television. It was only on the second or third commercial; I still had a couple of minutes left to tease. So leaning her over the arm of the couch, I slowly pressed the head of the shiny, black, faux-penis in to her ass. 

”mmmrmmmm-errrrmm” which I’d like to imagine was her saying ‘Oh God Yes Mistress Dyvia, make me feel like the slut I am!’ even if it was more like ‘oh my god! The lube is sooo cold!’ or just as it sounded a heated moan into her gag. 

I pumped into her for a few minutes, listening intently to her powerful moans into her gag. And I could almost hear every, imagined exasperation she had to let out. 

‘Mistress Dyvia, you make me feel like such a wild woman’ 

‘Oh Mistress! Oh Mistress!’ 

‘Oh my Goddess! My ass is so full! You’re tearing me apart Mistress, please don’t stop!’ 

So many imagined phrases and dark sexual thoughts. I looked over and my show was on. I unharnessed myself leaving her phallus lodged in her anus. And I sat, with my eyes glued to the screen. This time, I didn’t pay any attention what so ever to Wendi. She squirmed and tried to get my attention with her moans, but to no avail. I was firmly engrossed in the final moments of the show. Soon enough, but I’m sure far too long for Wendi, the credits started, and I looked over at my girl trying to use her feet, which were still pinned to her ass, to try and move the dildo, for a little extra stimulation. 

I quickly re-latched the harness to my waist, and began a nice slow rhythm. Wendi once again, started to match my rhythm, and moaned and begged and did everything else I loved so much… My eyes were suddenly drawn to the other side of the room, the paperweight, the phallus one she dropped earlier; she still had an exercise to perform for me. 

I leaned across her back and whispered into her ear, “don’t forget, you still have to finish your game from earlier.” 

She grunted something that I am pretty sure was “Yes Mistress.” 

And oh my, well I’m out of time for now; I hope I have aroused you sufficiently for now. Hope you will be here next time for my next story. 

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