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. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s Cocksucker

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Hello again my friend, I’m so glad to have you back. As always I have missed you. I know I know you love hearing me telling you about how much I love turning all those willing fun men into sexy ladies. So today I’m still going to tell yet another story. 

But first, I must insist on one rule for everyone here to follow. Before reading, I want you to be aroused. 

For those of you that are slaves to me (which to become for the night, only requires you to say aloud, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s slave.”): you have the following rules: 

1. You are my property until you finish this story, and if you decide to provide feedback, my ownership extends to the point where you press the send button. 
2. If you should cum before finishing this story, you will start over again. 
3. Bind your wrists together before reading past these instructions. I don’t care if it’s tight, or easily escapable, it may even be better that way, it’s a mental exercise for my slaves. Just remember you will need to escape when you are finished reading. 
4. I want you to have an extra thick coat of lipstick on, one that constantly reminds you of being owned, and the explicit femininity of your circumstance. If you don’t have lipstick, as an alternative, you can take a magic marker, and write on your cock, “Dyvia’s” 

Now enjoy. 


Well there was this man and his name was Stephen. I had prepared ahead of time, and looked over his little application. He was for the most part straight; of course there was a little funny thing. He had two fetishes not all together uncommon, just funny how they interacted. The first obviously he had sexual fantasies about being turned into a girl. The second was he loved watching women giving blowjobs and getting cumshots. Like I said not all together uncommon. But I had suspected that he fantasized about being the girls in his blowjob videos, pictures, or whatever it was that he used to get off. 

Anyway, in preparation for our little meeting, I had raided my closet. And as I occasionally do, I did not don my Mistress attire, instead I opted for a long powder blue long skirt, with a pink tank top with the phrase “cocksucker” written across the chest. I know, I know… Not very subtle. But I reached into my sex toy chest and pulled out a nice eight-inch phallus with a suction-cupped bottom, and slid it between my breasts. 

I stepped into my office and he was sitting there patiently for me. His eyes met mine instantly. And he immediately locked onto the ‘cocksucker’ written across my chest. I pretended not to notice. I sat down at my desk across from him. “So Stephen tell me what it is that you’re hoping I can do for you…” I then proceeded to remove the dildo from between my breasts, lick the suction cup and stuck it to the desk in front of myself. I managed not to smile, but I started licking it with the tip of my tongue. He was so caught off guard he couldn’t even get a syllable out. I stopped just long enough to say, “well?” and then I began suckling on the tip of the fake penis. He started telling me how he was fascinated with the idea of being a woman and blah blah blah. I listened of course, but I already summed it up above, of course he didn’t say anything about wanting to be a cocksucker, but he did say he wanted to be the perfect woman. Which I interpreted as his perfect woman 

By the time it was my turn to speak I was vigorously deep-throating the dildo, but I slowed down and sucked my way off making a slurpy ‘plop’ sound. “Well Stephen,” I started, “I think you and I could get along just fine. I have some ideas and we can get started right away if you think you’re up to it.” 

”Oh yes I would love to.” He replied. 

I stood up and looked down at the lipstick smeared dildo and I pulled it off the desk and wiped the suction mark away, “I’m sorry…” I said to him as I saw him looking at it. “…Did you want a turn?” I asked as I held it out to him. 

”Oh no, umm thank you anyway, not my thing.” He said as he blushed. And believe me based on those red cheeks and the way he looked at my toy, he wanted desperately to say yes. 

”Well from now on, you are to call me ‘Mistress,’ ‘Mistress Dyvia,’ ‘Goddess,’ Most Divine One,’ or ‘glorified owner.’” 

“Yes Mistress Dyvia.” 

”Good girl Krystal.” 

”Krystal, Mistress?” 

”Your name of course, I name all my girls. Usually I have a very specific plan for most of my girls, but I have a very good idea what I want to do with you. I will give you the choice of how we will proceed. Do you want to be my slut? My bimbo? Or my slave?” 

”What is the difference Mistress?” 

”Well there is a big difference.” 

”Oh excuse me mistress, I meant the difference for me?” 

”Well as a slave, think more along bdsm lines, especially bondage. As a slut, I will expect you to act as if sex is the strongest interest you have, and everything else is second to it, and as a bimbo, I will expect you to act vain and air headed, any deviation will result in you being penalized.” 

She paused to consider her options. I was patient. Finally, she said, “slave then, mistress, especially as I’m already calling you Mistress.” 

”’Slave’ it is then Krystal. Take off your clothes.” 

”Umm where should I go Mistress?” 

I feigned aggravation, and said “Put your arms up as high as you can, slave.” 

She did as she was told and I pulled every last piece of clothing off her. I dragged her to the shower and proceeded to shave every last hair follicle off her body. She was a bit embarrassed but she put up no resistance. I then blindfolded her and brought her to another room. I can only imagine how she felt when she felt me spreading a cold liquid across her chest, of course, I couldn’t see her eyes, but I could see her lips shaking when she felt me attach her new D cup breasts. Of course, I don’t think there are many men who really feel feminine with anything less, but that’s the topic of a whole other conversation. 

I pulled a fake vagina out as well and she lost her cock in it, and before she knew what was happening, she had both breasts and pussy. Of course that wasn’t enough for me. I put on a nice black corset tied nice and tight until I could hear her struggle just a bit for her air. I put a nice 5-inch posture collar around her neck that had a couple D-rings attached to it. I then brought out a nice little black lycra, form fitting, cocktail dress, nothing too fancy, just enough to show off that nice feminine figure of hers. As a last piece I put on her for this stage; 6-inch high heels, open toed of course. At last I took off her blindfold and let her look. 

The look on her face was priceless. But then I pulled out some restraints tying her feet to the chair, her fingers individually her wrist and a chain from her collar to the back of the chair. I could tell this was a new experience for her, she was so utterly aroused, but she was not hard, she didn’t understand how to deal with the sensations. First thing I did was place a raven black wig on her head; it was straight and about shoulder length. I did her make up while she was facing a mirror. As she got to inspect her face, I applied fake nails to her fingers and coated them in a dark red color, though in afterthought I realized I should have used another shade, though Krystal would not have noticed. The last thing I did was put on her lipstick, I very bright, and in all honesty, a bit tacky red. But she seemed to love it. I took a package of index cards. I held one up to her face. “Kiss it Krystal.” And she did leaving a nice cute little lipstick mark on the paper. I put the card to the back of the deck, “this one too.” And she kissed page after page of the index card pile. I reapplied her lipstick about every 7 or eight kisses as it faded. 100 kisses later I had her so aroused she would do anything. 

”What’s your name?” 

”Krystal, Mistress.” 

Would you do something for me Krystal? …My slave...” 

”Yes Mistress.” 

”Anything?” 

”Anything Goddess,” ooohh I liked that sooo much. 

”Tell me you want to be my cocksucker.” 

”Huh? Uh... I want to be your cocksucker.” 

”Good girl. Tell me you really want me to make you want it.” 

”Mistress I really want you to make me want to be your cocksucker.” 

”Oh Krystal! Your getting me so aroused here.” I brought over a laptop computer and sat it in front of her, and then I attached a microphone to it. I want you to read and say aloud everything that comes on this screen.” 

”Yes Mistress.” 

As I left the room, I heard her speak, “I love to suck cock… I am such a cock hungry bitch. I am so obedient to Mistress Dyvia because she lets me practice cock sucking…” and she kept going. I was proud of her. 

Well I returned in hour later and she was just finishing. I was now in full dominatrix mode. I wore a black latex bikini bottom, a black latex half cupped corset, shoulder length latex opera gloves, and thigh-high high-heeled boots. My hair was now pulled up into a ponytail and my make up was done in dark reds. I also wore a cute little black cape. But right in front of her after I pressed the stop button, I put on a special little harness and attacked a shiny black dildo. I untied her, but tied her hands behind her back, then her feet together at the ankles, and finally her wrists were attached to her ankles, and I had her kneeling in front of me. I barely had to tell her to suck my shiny black cock, and she was lost in it. For 15 minutes I stood there while my little slave sucked my cock. And she did it very well. Finally I waited for when her eyes were closed and I threw down the surprise. 

The look on her face was once again priceless. She felt it splash on her face and she pulled back. Looking in the mirror she saw herself, her face covered in a warm white gooey something. It spread from her cheek to over her tightly sealed lips. 

”Eat it Krystal.” 

She nervously opened her mouth and reached her tongue out only to discover it was freshly cooked vanilla pudding. But the psychological effect was perfect to me. She smiled a bit, and I picked off the ‘cum’ with my finger and made her suck it off. 

”Tell me what you think of cumshots and cum eating Krystal. 

Licking her lips, “Yummy and wonderful Mistress!” 

”Good girl.” 

I laid a suctioned dildo out in front of a television for her and then I went about playing with her recording. By the time I was done it was time for bed. She was sooo hot. I mean that in a sexual way. She was incredibly horny. I stuck a cherry flavored dildo gag in her mouth first then I blindfolded her. Using bondage tape I slowly bound her legs into a single leg, I bound her arms into a single arm… and then I tied her arm to her corset so that she was like a human inchworm. All that was left unexposed was her head, and from the bottom of her corset to about her mid thigh. I put a pair of headphones on her head and then pulled a bondage hood over her head. I pressed the play button and listened to her muffle something into her penis gag. It must have been the reaction to her hearing her own voice say, “I love to suck cock… I am such a cock hungry bitch. I am so obedient to Mistress Dyvia because she lets me practice sucking cock…” 

I bent her over and took out a small four-inch butt plug. She muffled something into the gag, I didn’t really care, and I knew she absolutely loved this. Then as a final measure I pulled a one piece black, lycra, full-length gown over her. I tucked her into bed, and turned off the lights. 

Well that’s about all I’m going to tell you of that particular slave. I hope you enjoyed my little story. Now if you’re a good girl, this is the part where you email your mistress @ mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com and let me know what you thought. 

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Love you all, and kisses!
-Mistress D