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: A man must face a horror unlike anything he has faced before. 

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) I want you to be wearing lipstick. If you do not have it, that is a task you must set for yourself. Buy some lipstick this week. Take a black magic marker and write on your chest “I will buy lipstick” across your chest. 
Rule #4) Find a phallus that you would put in your mouth. Maybe it’s a dildo, maybe it’s a Popsicle, maybe you’re more creative… but lick it ten times, look at it, and say “I love sucking you.” And deep throat it for ten seconds, and then begin reading the story. 
Rule #5) Enjoy yourself. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia’s Creep

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He could hear his heart beat. It pounded so fast that he was afraid that his pursuer might find him just from the sound of his heart. It was late, well past midnight. The city lights didn’t seem that far off. He silently creeped along. 

There was a hissing sound. He stepped back, it was only a squirrel, at least he thought that. But he snapped a branch of his own. He was spotted. He started running again. His breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. 

His arms were free, but sore from breaking free of the rope that held his arms in place. He was running at a full sprint. But he could here another’s footprints right behind his own. He was scared out of his mind. If he was going to make a stand, now was it, while he still had some of his strength. He saw a boulder in front of him, if he timed it right, he could stop turn and attack pushing off the rock. The footsteps were right on top of him. He bounded to the rock, as his legs compressed, he twisted his body, and pushed back. 

Nothing. 

He looked around desperately, the sweat dripping off his face. And the cold sweat starting to come from his pours as he realized he was being toyed with. He knew these woods; he was less than a quarter mile from the sidewalk, the lights, to people. He ran again. 

His arms and legs were getting so incredibly tired, he wasn’t sure what else he could do. Her would need to climb a fence- 

Something was charging him from his left. He braced, and the foliage exploded out at him, he fell back, and cracked open an eye… nothing… Again. 

”Fuck you!” 

He thought he might have heard laughter. 

“You can’t scare me.” 

He imagined laughter. He was scared. There was nothing he could do to defend himself. All he could do was run and hope. And the more he was being toyed with, the less hope he had. He ran into the darkest part of the trees, and found a bush he hoped to find. He crawled into a small hole, and cuddled up in a fetal position. He wept a bit. And he may have fallen asleep. His head tipped up quickly and he felt the surge of adrenaline as he heard footsteps just out of his field of vision. Was this part of this sadistic game? Was he still hidden? Or was this part of the game, he was found, and it just wasn’t for him to see his chaser. 

He saw a clearing just ahead, wait for the moment. Never mind the fence he had to climb. He just had to wait for the proper moment. The gate was just thru the clearing. His breath had slowed and he had regained some of his lost energy and stamina. He got up and took the first few steps. He was running at a full pace. The fear in his eyes read like he was being chased by a pack of wolves. And there was a disturbance just behind him, he was being chased; again. He dared not look back at the horror that awaited him. There was a shadow in front of him, he tried to turn but his arm was grabbed from behind and he was pulled to his left and he hit a tree. Everything went black. 

His eyes snapped open; he was in the clearing in the hole he had hid in. He dreamed he was chased down. No. He had a bruise on his forehead. He had been found after all. Somehow he understood that the game was not over. This ferocious and angry predator that hunted him wanted him to feel helpless, not just hopeless. He had only one place left to go, the original route. To the fence he would have to climb. 

He stepped out again slowly. It was still so dark. He couldn’t see anything but black, though that really didn’t mean anything. The shiny black color is what he feared most. He started with a slow stride away from the clearing. Bump...bump… …bump…bump… …bump… His heart was on the verge of evisceration. His blood was so hot. 

Step... step. 

He ran away form his tormentor. 

Crack, snap. Right in front of him. “Stop! Just leave me alone!!!” 

Laughter came from behind him. 

Rustling of leaves. He stumbled away. That rustling was not natural. Loud clicking footsteps, sounded like they were on wood. He lost himself? Was he near that platform? Could he have gone that far? He turned and ran into the fence. It was large wooden fence nearly twelve feet tall. The owner of the estate wanted his privacy, and he was the owner. He was half way up, and he heard the noise rushing him. He quickened his climbing, and he reached over the fence, and fell to the sidewalk below. 

He looked up. In front of him he saw black high heels. As his eyes continued up he saw that the heels were thigh-high boots, black latex. His eyes continued further up and saw that she wore no pants, it went to a black latex thong, a black and red corset that had a full cup, opera gloves. Yet further up and he saw that she wore a black and white choker that had the letter “D” on it. She had black latex opera style gloves on. He trembled. The red lipstick, and red hair, that rested peacefully on her shoulders…and last he looked into her eyes, Green and filled with anger… But for all his fear... he didn’t dare look away from her eyes… …from my eyes. 

”Mistress Dyvia... I’m sorry! Please! Forgive me! Please! I’ll do anything. I know I was wrong.” 

And I nodded my head, “Yes you did. You thought you could drug me, and take me to your home, try and top me, and expect that there would be no consequences?” 

“N-n-no that’s not it.” 

”Shut the fuck up, and even more insulting, you thought that such an amateur knot would hold me?” I was fuming. I took a deep breath and counted to ten. “Now… why don’t you be a good boy and start walking to the gate.” 

”Please Mistress; can’t we come to some sort of agreement? I have plenty of money.” 

”If I want your money, you will give it to me when I tell you too. You have nothing that you can bargain with.” 

”But-“ 

”-Shut up!” I cut him off. “Walk!” 

And I followed him around the perimeter of the fence to the gate. I followed him along the windy road up to his mansion. And I followed him around to the back. 

Out of nowhere a dog started barking. I caught a smile from my scared partner. I turned and faced the dog, “Sit!” called in my throaty rage filled voice. The dog yelped and came to a stop, slowly backed up and sat. I admit, even in that one moment I felt pretty guilty, I like dogs, and I felt bad about scaring it like that. I looked back at my prisoner, and saw the shock and fright on his face for reducing his attack dog into my obedient house pet with one word. I struggled not to smile. 

I marched him right into his mansion, and right into the basement where I had woken up just two hours earlier: naked. He told me how I was to address him as ‘Master Lucas.’ I refused, and he walked away, came back about an hour later to see if I had decided to be more civil, only to find that I had escaped his bindings and found some clothes to wear. A verbal confrontation lead to a physical confrontation… Which lead him to running away from me outside in his yard. 

”Okay Lucas, here’s the deal. I’m going to turn you into a cock hungry slut named Nicole.” 

”You can’t…” 

”You are going to do everything I tell you to, or else you will find life painful, understood?” 

”But…” 

”You will understand how wrong it is to force people against their wills to do things. And in the end, you will happily thank me for it.” 

”But…” he staggered. 

“You will use your fortune as I tell you to, to change your body to fit your slutty new female persona.” 

”But…” 

”No ‘buts,’ the phrase you are looking for, slave… is “I will obey Mistress Dyvia.” 

”But…” 

”I will obey Mistress Dyvia.” I repeated. 

”But…” 

I held his chin between my fingers, “I will-“ 

Cutting me off, “-I will obey, Mistress… Mistress Dyvia.” 

”Good girl Nicole.” 

“Nicole?” 

”Your new name, don’t you like it?” 

”Well not really Mistress.” Well he was honest, even in his fear, I’ll give him that. 

”Well most people don’t get to choose their names, so you’re stuck with Nicole.” I stepped over to him and locked a collar around his neck and led him around on a leash. I looked at all the interesting torture instruments he had. “You really thought you had a chance at breaking me, didn’t you?” 

I looked at him, but he couldn’t even meet my gaze, “Yes, Mistress.” 

“That’s too bad, you were wrong and now you will regret what you did to me.” I thought for a moment, “and what I’m guessing are all the other men and women you’ve tried this with before.” 

”What are you planning to do with me Mistress?” 

I hooked him up to an X-frame, and locked him in place spread eagle. “There is a lot, are you sure you want to hear it all? Or should I surprise you?” 

”Please Mistress, tell me.” 

”Very well Nicole.” I took a pair of scissors and started cutting off his clothes. “First we’re going to get you to sign me as guardian of all your financial assets, power of attorney if you prefer. Then I’m going to use your money to make you into some slave girl.” 

”But I’m sorry, maybe I can undo some of the stuff I’ve done.” 

”I’m thinking I’ll call a couple of my friends, and we’ll take a trip to Brazil. I hear they do plastic surgery pretty cheap down there, and there is even a lot less red tape for a man like you to get such surgeries.” 

”Surgeries?” 

“Yeah, well you do have a manly face, and well quite frankly you’ve got a pretty flat chest.” 

”But. But.” 

“Don’t start with the ‘buts’ again.” Then I continued, “I figured we could give you a nice supermodel face, and maybe some porn star boobs. Big ones so that everyone will see your boobs…” I faked a cough, “I mean big ones so that everyone will see your tits, before they notice anything else about you.” 

”Please Mistress, Please don’t do this to me.” He pleaded 

”While you’re recovering, Me and the other girls will teach you the basics about being a woman, makeup proper etiquette, how to talk, thinks like that.” I waited for his protest, but maybe the learning proper etiquette just wasn’t as frightening as getting ‘big tits.’ 

All he said was a whiney ”Yes Mistress…” 

“That’s when the real fun begins.” 

”Real fun?” his eyes widened as the words came out. 

”Oh yeah. I’m going to make you fall in love with the female form.” I smiled. 

”That doesn’t sound so bad…” 

”I know it doesn’t, but it’s really not good.” My smile grew wider. “Between the traditional Pavlovian techniques I will use, sleep deprivation and sexual stimulus, you will absolutely learn to adore women.” He smiled. “In fact you will love them so much, you will want to be just like them.” His smile faded. “You will adore everything about them, and when I’m done with you, you will be both honest and earnest when you get on your knees in front of me, and beg me to transform you into a girl in heat like the ones in all the videos of cock-sucking sluts and cock-hungry whores.” He was frowning. Then I took a tube of red lipstick and pressed it to his lips, “And you will be wearing this very same lipstick, smiling this bright red smile thanking me the day I put you in a room with twenty men, and tell you that you may suck or fuck as many of them as you want.” And I watched a single tear roll down his cheek, and I could tell by the defeat in his eyes, that he knew that day would come. 

For those who wish to comment on my story, or just be sociable, email me at Mistress_Dyvia@yahoo.com 

’''Til next time girls! Bye Bye! 

BTW this is fiction, I would never do this to anyone, but if I ever met someone like him, I wouldn’t hesitate to turn him into the proper authorities. 

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