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Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia leaves a slave some instructions to follow, that will lead to a meeting later in the evening. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s

Claws and Talons

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Rules for all my slaves and subs out there. 

Rule 1) you belong to me, you are my property. I own you. And that will last until you are done reading my story. After which you will send me an email answering the question in no less than five sentences, what you think the answer to my final question is. 
Rule 2) False nails. I want you to wear false nails, and try to do some everyday activities with them. It would really make your mistress (me) aroused to read an email typed with those false nails. 
Rule 3) High heels. The higher the heel, the happier your mistress is. 
Rule 4) Either wear a bright colored lipstick, or write on your (which belongs to me) cock, “Mistress Dyvia’s” 
Rule 5) Tell me about how well you followed your instructions. I will allow you to be free. And of course, longing to be owned by me again. ;) 

Anyway on with the adventure. 



Donald was drove home from work with a buddy every day. Sometimes they drove in his car together, sometimes they drove in his friend’s car, but they did it to save on money since they only lived a few blocks from one another, and their commute to work was nearly forty minutes. Today, Donald ’s friend Roger was driving, and he pulled up along side Donald ’s house. 

”Thanks for the ride Roger, T-G-I-F.” 

”Yeah no prob, and tell me about it, I thought the weekend would never come.” There was a brief moment of silence. “Hey, are you still coming out tonight?” 

Donald nodded his head, “Yeah, sounds like a blast.” 

”Great, the girls and I will pick you up around nine, be ready, ‘kay?” 

”Oh, believe me I’ll be ready. There’s nothing in the world that’s gonna stop me from having fun with those babes.” There was a brief and enthusiastic chuckle shared between them. 

With that Donald closed the door, and watched Roger drive off and he waved. Roger tooted the horn and turned the next corner. 

He stepped up to his front door and opened up the mailbox: magazine… cable bill… cell phone.. junk.. junk.. bill… junk… pink envelope... junk... bill.. 

His eyes widened, ’Pink envelope?’ 

Without opening the letter, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his cell and pressed a button. “Yeah Roger… I’m not gonna make it tonight… …I’m not sure yet… yeah… …she’s pretty kinky… …I have no idea what she’s got in store… …probably not until Monday… See ya then amigo.” And he pressed the red hang up button on his phone, and entered his house. 

He took off his jacket and sat down on the couch in his living room. His mail was scattered across the coffee table. But the pink envelope sat trembling in his fingers. Finally he tapped one of the shorter ends, and ripped it open. He tapped the other end and perfume scented piece of paper slid out. He unfolded it, and took a deep breath of it before he went any further. Then finally he read the words: 

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Dear Donald , 

I stopped in today. I’m glad to see that you’ve kept the place tidy. Nothing is more of turn-off than a lazy bachelor. LOL 

Anyway, Go to the bathroom, and take a bath, and I do mean a bath, not a shower. You know how smooth I want you to be, so I left you a special razor in there, and some nice bubble bath, hopefully you’ll enjoy the scent. 

There is a pink package left on the sink, after your bath, open it up. Put the small ones on first, then the large ones, and I’ll be honest, I’m just doing this to have fun with you. Once you have them on, there is another package in your bedroom. Get dressed and ready to go, when you are all ready, I want you to get in your car, there are instructions to the hotel I’m staying at, be there at 8 o’clock, it’s a twenty-five minute ride, so plan accordingly. 

kisses,

Mistress Dyvia 

Donald breathed heavily. He stood up and walked straight to the bathroom. He filled the bathtub up using the bubble bath he had been left. When he stepped into it, he found that it seemed almost unusually thick. It smelled of lavender and vanilla. It challenged his masculinity, and that really maid him stand on edge. Well it made part of him stand. He reached over and shaved himself as I had taught him to. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms and legs, across his chest, around his cock and ball. He was so very smooth. 

Finally his bath was over and he stood up. He dried himself off nice and slowly.. Too slowly for his own liking, but he was trying to enjoy the anxiety of seeing what was in the package that his eyes were glued to. 

We was dry and so he stepped to the sink, looking down. He opened it. His eyebrows made the shape of confusion at first. It was a package of fake nails and two high-heeled shoes. Well the false nails were the smaller, so he opened them first. He never wore false nails before, so he read the instructions, they didn’t seem so bad. Doing as he was instructed he put a little dab of nail glue on the back of his nail, and a liberal amount on his finger. The instructions said to hold for about ten seconds, but he held them for 40 to be safe. 

He looked at them; they were almost silly to play with. Though he did notice that they were a bit sore really quickly. Each nail protruded nearly an inch past his fingertip. He thought they made his fingers look really feminine. 

He picked up the shoes. They were big. The heels were six inches each. I had him wear 4 inches before, but never this big, I like to surprise I guess. He sat on the toilet seat and struggled to get the first show on, his fingers couldn’t get a firm grip. As he told me the story the next day, I really regretted not being there to see him struggle in person. 

After about ten minutes of struggling he finally figured out how to manipulate his feet into the shoes. He stumbled around for a couple minutes, but eventually adjusted to the added height of the new shoes. 

He stepped out eagerly anticipating his next package. He opened it up and he saw a dress, a bra, breast forms, panties, a wig, a purse, earrings, bracelets, and a box that said, “put me on last.” 

Donald smiled and went to pull the bra on, but found that once again due to his nails, he was unable to clasp the clasp behind his back. He had mastered clasping it behind his back, but now he had to do it the way he did when he first tried on a bra. Put it on backwards, clasp it in front of him and turn it around again. It embarrassed him slightly. He had no trouble with the panties, or dress. He was also extra careful with the breast forms, like he was afraid that he was going to pierce them. All of which was very funny when he told me about it later. 

He took the purse back into the bathroom as it was filled with makeup. He carefully smoothed in the foundation, made a fish face like I taught him in order to put on his blush, then he traced his eyeliner on, and eye shadow, then used his eyelash curler to curl his eye lashes so he could put mascara on. I had him go all out. The he put on his lip liner and finally lipstick. 

Going back to the room he found the jewelry was all that he had left. He put the earrings into the holes in his ears. Put the very femme bracelets around his wrists and one around his ankle. He found that he had a few very dainty and girly rings. He put them around his fingers. 

He pulled out the wig and put it on his head. He smoothed it out and checked it out in the mirror making sure it looked as well as I would expect it too. And lastly he opened up the last little box in the package that had said, ‘open me last.’ It was just a necklace. He smiled as he struggled once again with his nails to clasp the necklace behind his neck. It took him several tries, but at last he was happy. He looked at the beautiful woman all made up in front of him. Her identity would be to all who looked at her and her necklace that said, “Naomi” across it. 

And the sensuality that Naomi now oozed made her very aroused. 

Naomi was more than content and aroused by her appearance. She struck a couple poses in the mirror and smiled. She was enamored with the way her bright colored lips spread as she smiled. 

She took her wallet and car keys and placed them both in her purse. She walked slowly out of the room. Her sexy high heels were still a bit too high for her and she stumbled a bit. But she closed her eyes and remembered the lessons I had given her in meetings past. 

She opened her eyes, then she gracefully and confidently held her purse in her hand as it loosely fell over her shoulders, and walked towards the garage door. Without so much as a stumble, she walked down the seven steps that lead from her kitchen to her garage. And so confident was she that she didn't even bother to hold the railing. 

She turned the key to her car. Stepped in, it was 7:28. She fumbled with the key, as her nails once again proved to be an obstacle, but she did get her car started. 

Now Naomi drove a fancy sports car, and it was a standard. Her high heels proved to be another challenge. As she had to press the gas, brake, and clutch, she found that her feet had a new center or gravity. Even switching from gas to break was difficult, because she found that if she didn't think about what she was doing, her heels would drag along the car floor. And she definitely didn't want to scuff up those nice shoes I gave her. 

Once again even in driving her nails proved to be quite a stimulating challenge. The added inch on her fingers caused her on more than one occasion to accidentally turn on her wiper blades when she had intended to signal. She chuckled whenever she did it. Trying to turn on the radio was just as amusing and frustrating. She was used to pressing the buttons with the tip of her finger, now if she made the attempt, she would find that her nails would hit the bare plastic above the buttons first, and stop her cold. 

She finally arrived at the hotel. She stepped out of the car nervously. She realized that she was tense. It was only 7:52. I told her to be there at 8... So she took that as an opportune moment took take advantage of a breathing exercise I taught her. It helped her calm her nerves, and loosen her up a bit. She took her purse, checked that she had her car keys, and walked into the hotel. She went up to the main desk and asked for me. 

The young man, was frozen for a moment as he checked her out. Finally he asked, "I'm sorry, who?" 

"Dyvia Etymon. She should be expecting me." 

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I got her, and you are?" 

"Naomi." 

"You are right, she is expecting you." He smiled. "She is in room 303." 

"Thanks cutie." She said to him and walked towards the elevator walking her sexiest walk in those heels. 

She was still relaxed from the breathing. She exited the elevator and saw a clock on the wall. She was two minutes early, but regardless she approached my door, and gently knocked three times. 

She heard a muffled response from her mistress, "just a minute." Yup, Me. 

I opened the door and let her in, “Naomi!” I gave her a quick hug and kissed her on the cheek. I looked her over and signaled with my finger for her to turn around and show me her whole outfit. “Mmmm you look absolutely scrumptious sweetie.” 

Closing the door behind her she said, “Thank you Mistress.” 

“Come along hun,” I told her and lead her into the dining room. “You were perfect in your timing,” I pulled out a chair for her, and sat down crossing her legs just as I had instructed her. She looked me over, and I modeled for her. Nothing special in my opinion, I liked it, but it was only a turquoise blouse, and a black Capri pants. 

I lit a few candles around us, probably about fifteen around the living room, plus three in the center of the room. I gave her a gentle peck on the lips, and she was unable to hide the teeth behind her smiles. I was blushing at that smile, but she probably couldn’t tell with the candlelight. 

I sat down and took a small bite. And watched with humor as she struggled to pick up the fork with her nails being in the way. But I knew she had too much pride to ask me for help. She slid it off the table and had her grip on it fine. We talked during dinner and it was very entertaining. She told me how much she loved my food. I took the compliment graciously. 

When dinner was all done, I told her to sit in the bedroom, and watch some television. And she smiled, and asked me if I was going to join her. And I simply said, “I’m gonna go slip into something a little more relaxing.” 

She responded with, ”Okay mistress.” 

I went into the bathroom and stripped down to nothing. I washed my makeup off, though in all honesty I wasn’t wearing much. I had an outfit prepared already. I started with a fishnet body stocking; it went from my toes to my neck to my fingers. I thought it was really hot just by itself, but it wasn’t going to be the only thing I wore, at least not tonight. Right after that I pulled on this really hot and skimpy g-string, it was black with some red lines. To go with it, I had this full cup black corset that really did some nice things to my boobs, and it had a really nice floral pattern on the front left side. Next, I put on these long gloves that were fire engine red and they went about 3 inches past my elbow. In retrospect, I probably should have wore red thigh high boots, but I didn’t, I wore a pair of red-open toed stilettos. 

Naomi asked if everything was all right. I said I was fine and that I would be out in just a minute… That girl, she’s sometimes as impatient as a man. 

I looked at my hair, it was good, but it needed to be a bit wilder, in my opinion. I pulled out my ponytail, and shook it up a bit with my fingers. I used my brush to give it that “organized-disorganized” look. My hair is normally a bright red, but I had recently added a few blonde highlights, I liked the look. 

I put on a purplish eye shadow and black eyeliner, added mascara. To me, the eyes are my best feature, I don’t really feel that I need a lot of makeup, but I always dress up my eyes. Then I took a lipstick that matched my gloves, and applied it thickly, I wanted t be sure to leave many marks on my Naomi. There was just one thing missing… 

And of course Naomi was still lounging in the bedroom. She had her feet crossed and was flipping through the channels. I’m glad she didn’t really find anything worth watching. The door to the bathroom opened and I stepped out. She looked me up and down. And then her eyes froze and locked on my big 9-inch dildo locked into my strap-on. Her eyes widened so much… …as did my smile. 

Well you know me, what do you think happened next? 



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