Ghost_a_delightful_host

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Rules for the subs:

Rule #1 If you want to be my sub, just say it, and you belong to me for this story! Go ahead, say it, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s sub.” You belong to me now, isn’t that wonderful?

Rule #2 As always, I like my subs marked, lipstick is a wonderful tool! If You do not have that, get a marker and write on your body, ‘Property of the wicked Mistress of the West!’ it is Halloween after all.

Rule #3 Keep yourself aroused. This story hits some of my kinks hard, making me wet... and I want it to make you one or the other.

Rule #4 If you enjoy reading this, let me know.

Optional Rule #5 Since it is Halloween, dress up in either all black, or a combination of Black and orange. If you are reading this and it is nowhere near Halloween season, discount this rule.

And as always:

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:
Ghost: A Delightful Host
By: Mistress Dyvia

“Come on!, Come on!” called Andrew as he raced across the street. And his four friends followed behind him quickly, and nervously. They darted to the side of the house and down to the back of the creepy bushes. Andrew pulled one of the boards to the basement window of the old condemned house.

They knew there was supposed to be some remodeling in the spring. The last owner who operated this mansion-slash-hotel had died fifteen years earlier, and the new owners let it fall apart after closing the business. Another death in the family, and a grandchild took control of the family estate and had filed necessary paperwork and permits to start the plans to reopen it.

This would likely be the last Halloween they could hang out in the supposedly haunted mansion. All five of them quickly found their way into the basement through the board and were familiar enough to make their way up the stairs to the parlor and they all sat on the familiar couch. They turned on their battery powered lantern which gave about half as much light as a campfire, hopefully not too much to attract the attention of the authorities.

There were five of them, Andrew, Brayden, Catalyne, Dolph, and Erica. They had been friends from their freshman year of high school and were now all friends as freshman in college though they all went to different schools now, they all promised to come back here for the last run through the ‘haunted mansion.’

They had a bottle of booze to share and they all passed it along to each other, a single bottle between the five of them would likely get a good buzz going on, maybe drunk, but not likely stupid drunk.

“Who tells the story this year? Catalyne?”

She shook her head, “No way… I don’t tell stories, and you know how I am about sex stuff.”

Everyone laughed, she blushed at any word that had anything mildly to do with sex. Erica was the opposite, sexually aggressive with her boyfriends, lots of PDA, and had no problems putting words to what she wanted. Dolph was a wanna be alpha, but really just followed the lead of Andrew, so his sexual tastes as far as the group was concerned was getting a threesome...and he had tried it with Catalyne and Erica, but failed miserably.. Andrew, he just liked being the guy in charge, bragging about being alpha AF, making fun of others to his benefit, and never committing to a single woman, he was a self-proclaimed man’s man. And Brayden, well... he was as average as they came, and rarely thrived with these friends as a group, though he got along with each of them individually.

Erica, stood up, “I’ll tell it!” she laughed and held her hand out for the bottle and took a swig of it before passing it to Brayden who also drank before passing it along… She stood up and walked around the old coffee table to face everyone. “So the story started in the nineteen thirties, there was an old spinster who owned this house. Of course, back then drinking was illegal, and places like this had their secret parties… Speak-hards or something.”

“Easy!” one of the guys called over to her.

“Depends on the guy.” she replied not understanding the laughter from the group, but she continued, “And they would get drunk, have sex and party all night long. This was back in the day when everybody had big cocks, so women got knocked up all the time!”

“Or maybe they didn’t have condoms for sale at every convenience store back then!” Andrew added.

“Shush.” Erica snapped, I’m telling the story…” she paused before continuing, “But before they knew it, Prohibition was over, and this fine home was losing money, so they converted it into a hotel. But that didn’t make a lot of money as the war came… and industry was rife with the war effort, and vacations happened less frequently for younger couples as most of the men were fighting… The owner Ms. Cecilia struggled and struggled, and watched as her finances were slipping through her fingers like water.”

“Was money actually liquid back then?” Dolph asked, to the annoyed groans of everyone else.

Erica ignored him, “So when the war was over, Ms. Cecilia found many of her young friends and neighbors’ husbands had died in the war. But they were pretty and not looking forward to starting new families. And over the next few years, they created a secret brothel in the hotel. It was said that she had a magic bracelet, that not only told the clients if what they truly wanted in bed-”

“Big Dick!” Andrew said while grabbing his own crotch.

Catalyne closed her eyes and turned away, “ewww… gah-ross.”

Erica rolled her eyes. “Some wanted big dicks, I guess, but since it was a brothel, the customers probably wanted pussy.” she laughed and looked at Catalyne hoping for and getting a groan. “others had secret dark fetishes, and Cecilia always figured them out just by letting them wear the bauble for a moment, and it even told her when they were trying to catch her in an illegal act so she could pretend like it was nothing.” She giggled, “If it's still around here, I need to find that thing for the guys I’m with…”

Brayden laughed, “You always get who and what you want anyway, I don’t think you of all people need it.”

“Thanks,” she responded, then took a deep breath before continuing. “So all was great until the late sixties, when Cecilia died. There was a new woman who came, her name was Georgette, and she came into possession of the hotel and took it over and ran it for years as a successful business. But then one night, a new woman, appeared only at night, her name was Georgia. Some people said that Georgette was possessed by Cecilia and they say Georgia may actually be the two combined… and she started the brothel again. She took some of her best friends, and trapped them in the different themed rooms, and when they left the rooms they were not the same people, they became the new women who served the new brothel…

By day Georgette ran the business and by night… Well there were rumors of ‘Georgia’ ruling the night of the hotel. And this lasted for over thirty years, until Georgia passed away, and of course with her, Georgette. Who knows which had passed away… but I believe it was Georgia. The family inherited millions from her years as owner of the hotel, but chose not to reopen it… They say Georgia still haunts this very mansion. Looking for her next co-owner, to rob of her their will and take their mind and body and reforge something new. To take control and reopen this very hotel as a brothel once again. And she just needs a woman with a like mind, or a man with a small dick.

“I found it!” Dolph screamed, making everyone jump as he pulled Brayden’s pants down and he let out a shriek of surprise.

Everyone looked at them and laughed. Brayden simply shrieked a high pitched “Fuck you!” at Dolph and then flipped him the bird. Of course his elevated pitch just made everyone else laugh harder.

Andrew smirked, “Are you upset because we’ve all seen peanuts bigger than your dick, or because we got to see that it is true?” he said, letting out a laugh.

The others laughed at him, and moved his middle finger at everybody. It stung a bit that even the girls weren’t being defensive, they just laughed too. Supporting the bullshit ‘alpha’ personality that Andrew and Dolph seemed to try and be the epitome of.

Brayden just started walking towards the stairs and went to the second floor, embarrassed, humiliated and just yelled out, “Fuck you all.” and started exploring the upper floors. There were several rooms and though they had clearly not been used in decades, the themes of some of the rooms made it clear that the brothel story might have had some ground in reality.

As he walked, the buzz of the drinking getting to him as well as the embarrassment of what they said about his dick was draining his will. He found himself walking to the old door… the one that never opened. Except the door opened just before he could touch it. And it led up a long set of stairs, he was almost surprised there was another floor to this house… and one step at a time he ascended the stairs.

He reached the top step and looked around, there was a narrow hallway leading to a step. To his surprise, this floor seemed immaculately clean, almost as if someone had been living here. But that couldn’t be right, could it? If he had drank less, he might not have been more weary, but he started walking to the door. One step at a time, no creaks or sounds echoed from his steps as he approached this door. A door that under normal circumstances might seem foreboding.

And he opened the door. And it was a lovely boudoir, decorated in pinks and every part of this room screamed soft and fluffy and pampering… He looked and saw a woman sitting at a makeup table, looking at herself in the mirror, she turned and looked at him, “Hello, Please come in. And do close the door behind you.”

Brayden shrugged and did so. “Hi, I’m Brayden.”

She smiled at him, “Georgia, a pleasure to meet you.” and she extended a hand in greeting.

Brayden was only aware that she was somewhat transparent when he tried to shake her hand and it went solidly through her hand, leaving a small ring in his hand. “You’re a ghost?” he seemed to gasp.

She nodded her head, “I am. And you my dear, I have a feeling that I can make things wonderfully better for the both of us.”

A ghost who makes deals? “How is that?” he asked nervously, stepping back towards the door, not daring to run away until he knew the door was open… as if he were trapped in a cage with a hungry tiger.

“Don’t bother running, you can’t leave the room until I say so, go ahead try to unlock the door.” she informed him.

And his hand was around the door, and nothing happened, it not only didn’t open, but the knob wouldn’t even turn.

“Anyway…” The ghost started and waited for Brayden to return his gaze to her before continuing, “I saw how those wretched friends of yours treated you. The ring I gave you has my essence. Put it on, and we become one until dawn. Your physical being, my power, your thoughts, my desires, our capacity for revenge…” She let out a little laugh that was haunting as it was merry, “You put it on, and show me what we can do together, humiliate your friends, I’ll see to it they cannot leave… and I will see to it that riches can be yours if you want them when we are done..

There was skepticism in his expression. It could have been the booze, but the humiliation of Dolph pulling his pants down and the laughs of all his friends still hurt like a knife in his chest… “I’ll do it. But no one will die, right?”

She laughed in that same haunting yet merry laugh as she had, “I’m not that kind of ghost. You’re not that kind of host. So no, just humiliation and control.”

“Do we shake on it?” Brayden asked.

“If we are in agreement, then just simply put the ring on.” she said.

Brayden looked down at the ring in his hand, and brought it to his ring finger and slid it in place. Georgia was gone, but he felt different, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The only thing he could identify that was different, was the room felt like his… it was more familiar to him. He walked over to the makeup table that Georgia had been sitting at. He smiled at himself but knew he could do much better. He opened a drawer and pulled out a brush, almost surprising himself that he knew exactly where he would find it. He ran the brush through his hair and with each stroke, his hair seemed to lengthen.

He quickly discarded his clothes as he went to his closet and reached in, withdrawing a corset, and as he tied it in place, he saw that his waist was perfectly feminine which seemed more natural to him. Then he went to a drawer for a bra, and once it was in place, he saw that his chest seemed to slowly inflate, not like a balloon, almost like it was water flowing into his chest, until the bra could barely contain his breasts and they threatened to constantly spill out…

He next grabbed a garterbelt and it seemed to narrow his waist down even more, And as he brought the stockings up his legs, they seemed to accentuate his legs, and they seemed all of a sudden hairless. He pulled up a pair of matching panties and his penis was all of a sudden squished in a pleasurable sensation to something that was not a penis, he was also aware of how his butt had swelled up. Stepping further into the walk-in closet he saw that he had so many choices of shoes, but he picked a pair that matched the dress he was going to wear, and he slid his size 12 feet into the size 8 high heels and his feet magically adjusted to the significantly smaller size of the shoe...

Then he reached in for the dress and pulled it over his head, and by the time it was fully on, his hips had adjusted to fit it perfectly. But on top of that, his height had shrunk significantly. He sat back down at the makeup table and as he brushed on the makeup that came so naturally to him, his face feminized, and with the final application of lipstick, his lips plumped up and there was no doubt a woman stared back at him. He chose a necklace, and when he put it around his neck, his adam’s apple disappeared, and a little hum from his voice told him his voice was her voice. And lastly, he took some nail polish and as he extended the brush past his tips, the nails lengthened on their own…

And finally he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He was not a he. He was unquestionably a she. And she was neither Georgia, nor was she Brayden. She was… Bridget. “I am Bridget.” her sultry voice spoke. Yes the perfect amalgamation of the two.

And now it was time for revenge.

Closing ‘her’ eyes Bridget felt her senses spread through the house, connected to every inch as if it were a part of her, and through Georgia, it sort of was an extension of herself. And she sensed each of her ‘friends.’ They were looking through the house for Brayden. Well, Erica and Dolph were, Catalyne and Andrew were in an old room where Andrew was determined to nail her, but she was too innocent to want that, but not strong enough of will to straight up say no.... And with just a slight nudging of her will into the house, every door slammed shut and became immovable.

Bridget descended the stairs, and closed the door leading to the hidden third floor, and walked down the hallway of the East wing walking by so many of the rooms until she came to the first occupied room… Her senses told her that Erica was in there, screaming and pounding on the door to let her out, and that it wasn’t funny. But, if not for her connection to the house, she wouldn’t hear that, the room was truly sound proof. She slowly placed her hand on the door knob and twisted, pushing the door back. Erica looked confused and scared, likely expecting one of her friends to help her, but instead looked into the face of Bridget, a woman she would not recognize for her friend Brayden.

“Hello, Erica, welcome to this playroom.”

“Who are you?” her curt response and question.

“You may call me Bridget, for now.”

She scowled at the woman, “Look lady, I’m just trying to leave, why don’t you just step to the side and let me leave?”

Chuckling, Bridget simply said, “But we haven’t played yet… and pressed a single finger to the light switch, and the lights came on.”

“There’s not supposed to be power in here…” Erica’s voice said, the confidence draining from her voice, but she watched as Bridget held her finger to the same switch, and the room seemed to clean itself, the cobwebs gone, turning immaculate, the bed looking so cozy again, and such devices of sexual pleasure or maybe torture seemed to find themselves hanging on the wall where there were just nails moments earlier.

Erica, always the aggressive and easily angered one, started to push walk forward, her arms coming up to shove Bridget back. But found herself suddenly stopped, her arms frozen, and as she looked at them, the sheets of that immaculate bed had sprung forward wrapping each of her limbs, and with a wink from Bridget, was pulled back to the bed, the sheets wrapping themselves around the posts of the bed, leaving Erica spread eagle, and exposed to Bridget.

Bridget simply opened a drawer and removed a pair of scissors… “If I were you, I wouldn’t struggle too much, I wouldn’t want to cut you.” Her body stiffened as Bridget slowly cut from her ankle to her belt and repeated the same action on the other side, then cut away her sweater…

“Don’t touch me!” she finally said once the pants were discarded on the floor.

Reaching for a strap with an unusual ‘o’ ring in the middle, Bridget placed the ring into Erica’s mouth. There were grunts and some attempt at words, Bridget got the jist of it. But instead she stood above her, and pulled her dress up and slid her fingers into her own panties and withdrew them, wet and almost dripping.. Bringing her own juices closer and closer to Erica’s mouth, she shook her head, at first slowly, but more wildly as Bridget’s fingers got closer to her mouth… Bridget’s free hand had to move and hold her head in place… and she forced her fingers into Erica’s mouth, and there was a visible tremble in her body. Unexpected arousal, and sexual need flooded her body...

She said nothing as Bridget cut her bra and panties from her body. And laid there naked, in an odd heat, with need and desire overflowing from her body. Reaching for the wall, again, she found a toy, a plug, a toy unquestionably designed for her ass.

Bridget asked, “have you felt something in your ass before?”

She nodded her head.

“Did you like it?”

She shook her head , ‘No.’

Bridget used her own juices to lubricate it, and moved under Erica and slid the toy so easily into her ass, and revelled in the moan of ecstasy that escaped Erica’s mouth. “Didn’t expect to like that, did you?”

Her moans didn’t stop, and she shook her head, not in anger, but in agreement. Then Bridget started using her fingers on Erica, sliding them into her pussy while using her thumb to keep her clit stimulated… The inner walls by her g-spot felt spongy, her hyper-sensitive loins filled and swelled so quickly.

“If you cum Erica, you will be mine.” but she didn’t slow down, and Erica seemed more and more determined to cum. And at last with a shriek, there was a squirt across the bed, and Erica, slumped.

When she finally stopped and looked up at Bridget, her eyes were so very submissive. The sheets no longer held her, but her arms and legs stayed where they were as if waiting for a command.

“Remove the gag, and kneel at my feet.” She complied. And Bridget brought a collar to her neck, “If I place this on you, you are bound to us, you will always obey us, and be submissive to us. Your name will be Ciera, do you accept this?”

“Yes.” she said. And the collar was on her neck, and sealed. A moment later, Bridget used her skills with makeup to make the submissive slut look innocent and kind, and the makeup became her permanent face… Well sort of.

“Stay here on your knees until dawn.”

“Yes Mistress.”

And with that Bridget left and continued down the hall waiting for her next ‘friend,’ Dolph. Like before she entered the room and closed and locked the door behind him. He seemed confused, “Hey, what the fuck? I was trying to get out and you locked the door, we’re trapped.”

Bridget gestured to her body, “Is that really a bad thing? Trapped in a beautiful lady’s bedroom, with a beautiful woman?”

He looked at her with confusion, but looked her up and down as if he disagreed with the room comment, but absolutely didn’t mind being in the room with a sexy woman like Bridget. And just like with Erica, now Ciera, She placed her finger on the light stitch and as it pressed down he lights in the room came on, with electricity that should not be there, as she held her hand on the button, the dirt and and the age seemed to melt away leaving a beautiful room. A smaller version of Georgia’s room.

Dolph took a few steps back, confused, a bit frightened, and most certainly in awe as the old and decrepit room became beautiful and new and vibrant once again.

“What’s going on?”

“You are in a room with a beautiful woman, what do you think is going on, and the thoughts should be about sex.”

“Sex?”

“Oh, you are smart.” Oh, no he wasn’t... “but you are attractive… but not quite sexy enough… Bridget lifted her dress once again, and rubbed her finger below her panties so he could see, his eyes straining to catch every detail as much as his penis struggled against his jeans. She extended her finger to Dolph, “taste me.”

His breath was ragged as he came closer and wrapped his lips around her fingers and suckled for a few moments. His body shuddered in delight. “Oh that was wonderful…” he said as an afterthought.

“Would you like to be sexy. Sexy enough for me?”

He nodded his head. “Then sit.” And she gestured to the bed. And he seemed barely capable of thought. “You don’t need to think too much do you?”

He shook his head as if to say , ‘No.’

Bridget smiled kindly at him, “that’s right, you’re just a dumb play thing.” She opened the closet, it wasn’t a walk in, like her own, but it had alot of space, she removed a blond wig and brought it back to Dolph, “Blondes always have more fun, but they like other people to think for them. So superficial and naughty.”

He nodded his head, as she placed the wig on his head, and it slowly merged with him, making him a true blond, a blond that liked to have fun, was superficial, naughty and thought it was better if others thought for him.

“Being a man seems so boring, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, so boring…” so easy to let Bridget tell him his thoughts. “I bet you would have a lot more fun as a stacked fuckdoll of a bimbo, wouldn’t you…”

There was a look of confusion in his face, a part of the masculinity dripping out of his dick as precum that wanted to protest, but his blond hair was already taking over for the joyride and he simply agreed, “yeah, I’d have a lot more fun as a stacked fuckdoll of a bimbo.”

“Yes you will.” Bridget reinforced and as she opened a drawer and removed a bra, It was a 30 H cup. And they would look huge on her… and the thirty inch band that would wrap around her waist didn’t even look like it would fit, but the magic of the house and the power found in Bridget shrunk his chest to fit it. The G-string she put on him next made his dripping penis change into a dripping pussy… and so many other pieces of clothing, and before they knew it, Dolph was a bimbo in every way but her face. A little makeup took care of that, and the lipstick made her lips look like they were made for sex. “You like the way you look now, don’t you, so sexy…”

‘She’ nodded her head, “Yeah.. so sexy…”

And lastly, Bridget reached into a drawer and removed a ring, but not one for her fingers, or her ears, but one for her clit. “Spread your legs, fuckdoll.” and Dolph did so with a wide smile. Bridget slowly pulled the fabric of the G-string to the side, and pressed it through her clit. But there was no gasp of pain, it was as if she just put it back after cleaning it, or getting a new one. “Such a fuckdoll kind of piercing, though you can never come by your own hand, if anyone touched it other than you, you’d cum right on the spot, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded her head. “Yeah.”

“You’re my fuckdoll Bimbo, Ophelia now, aren’t you, because you like it when everyone wants to feel ya…”

She nodded her head, “I’m your fuckdoll bimbo, Ophelia now… and I love it when everyone wants to feel me.”

Bridget smiled, catching how Ophelia changed the words of ‘like’ to ‘love’ in that sentence, but she had no need to fix it. “Seal that with an orgasm…” And she held her hand near Ophelia’s clit ring…

“Yes , miss.” she whispered as she scooched her butt over making contact between her ring and Bridget’s finger… and sparks went off in her vision and she cried out in pleasure… And that ring would bind her to Bridget.

She opened the drawer again and pulled out a dildo. Flesh colored and more realistic than a metal one, soft and full, very long. “Now why don’t you try to get yourself off, until dawn.” and handed it to her.

Ophelia took it and moaned into it. Bridget, left her in the room writing in pleasure and frustration. She stopped a few more doors down, and found Catalyne and Andrew in a room together. She knew they were there, but Catalyne was less thrilled and Andrew was determined to make the most of their moments together.

They were making out, but Catalyne clearly wasn’t really into it, but her natural submissive behavior and the circumstances making it hard for her to say no, was enough for Bridget to step in. “Hello darlings.”

Catalyne pulled back to the corner of the bed, and covered her naked chest… and Andrew stood up defensively and demanded an answer of “Who the fuck are you?”

“Me?” she asked, “I am Bridget.” She reached for the light and as had happened with the others, the room’s lights turned on as if there was electricity in the house, and as she held her hand down on the switch the room changed. This was not a bed room, this was a sex dungeon.

“What the fuck?” he asked. Then started stepping closer to Bridget aggressively, much like Erica had. But this time there were no sheets, instead chains reached out and grabbed him and pulled him to the large standing X-frame in the corner.. Forcing him to face the corner, his arms and legs bound to the six foot apparatus, him standing at an angle unable to face either of the women.

Bridget ignored his cursing for a minute and Bridget approached Catalyne. “I will give you a choice as the timid one… She let the thought dangle for a moment before offering, “I can tie you down and let him fuck you raw until one of you cums… or I can have you teach him a lesson by smacking his ass raw… so he doesn’t put any other ladies in a position like he did to you. Your choice.”

There were a few tears in her eyes and she held her hand over her chest. Bridget wasn’t sure if the tears of shame were because of her or because of him… But she stayed silent.

But after the moment spanned longer than it needed to, Bridget asked, “Are you with me enough to understand the question?”

Finally she nodded, “Smack his ass.” she said.

“Very well.” Bridget said with half of a smile, “But let’s get you dressed for that.” and held out a hand.

“Dressed?” she asked in confusion.

“Yes, something that gives you confidence.” And with that they went to the closet, and Bridget helped find her a sexy outfit, one to bring in confidence. An outfit that shouldn’t have fit her. It started with a leather corset with a built in bra, the breasts were bigger, but the crotch hung below her vagina, but a moment later, her whole body seemed to grow until it fit her like a glove, a narrow waist, but she was now at least 6 ft tall. She put on fingerless opera length gloves, and thigh high high heels, with just a pair of leather panties.

Catalyne let out, “I kinda look like a slut.” looking down at herself.

Bridget laughed, “I can do something about that.” and walked over to a table and reached for some lipstick, and being discreet as she dropped a single drop of her own arousal onto the tip and then pressed it to Catalyne’s lips. She pressed her lips together and a moment later the shudder went through her body, and her lips reshaped to the outline Bridget created with the lipstick. A few strokes of eye-shadow and blush transformed her face from cute and innocent to sultry and sexual. And lastly she grabbed a small belt that hung loosely from Catalyne’s hips, and hung a small rigging crop from it. She was brought to a mirror, “It looks to me like you are not a slut, but a dominatrix. A woman who loves having sexual control over her sex partners…”

Catalyne nodded. “I look like a dominatrix.”

Bridget reassured, “You are a dominatrix.”

“I am a dominatrix.” her voice said with reassurance.

Bridget looked down at the crop, “Teach him a lesson.”

Andrew tried to argue. But quickly found himself yelling in pain.

Bridget advised, “Make him thank you after each strike, and ask you for another. It’s so much hotter that way… and if he doesn’t, don’t be afraid to give his balls a good whack.” and she giggled.

Catalyne agreed and giggled as well.

And in less than two minutes, she would strike with her crop and Andrew would say, “Thank You Mistress, may I have another?”

“Mistress Talyna” Bridget interrupted, and the new dominatrix seemed to smile at the new name, “Maybe we should show him how much of a sissy he is.”

Her eyes sparked with excitement. She went into the closet and looked for the right clothes, and while she was doing that, Bridget stepped closer to Andrew, “You won’t be mine like the others, you will be hers,” and brushed a drop of her arousal across her teeth.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can. Because I need to prove something to myself… selves? Whichever.”

He didn’t have a chance to ask anything else as a moment later Mistress Talyna came and Briget watched as she locked his penis in a pink little chastity cage, and then proceeded to put her in panties, heels and a frilly pink dress, with some pink lipstick and a brunette wig. Nothing changed his features. I didn’t apply them, and I had no desire to change them.

She pretended to whisper, but I could hear her clear as she told Andrew he was such a sissy, and from now on she was sissy Andrea. Then she unhitched his hands from the standing X-frame. And pulled him to the sex bed. It was a mattress not unlike a gym mat, but the frame of the bed had several rings for restraints. She put him on his knees, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his head on the ground and his ass up in the air.... And then she locked him in place. She picked a strapon with a ten inch dick and lined herself up behind him.

Bridget sat on the edge of the bed and watched, “Fair warning, if either of you cum, you’ll be trapped as a dominatrix and sissy.” it was sort of true, but not entirely…

Mistress Talyna shrugged and pushed forward, and Andrea begged to stop. But she didn’t. She kept fucking him, and given the look of determination in Mistress Talyna’s face, the strap on was no longer a toy, but her actual cock pumping into the sissy’s ass… And then Andrea started begging, “No more, I’m gonna.. I’m gonna…” and he did… he started squirting, her trapped sissy cock, pulsing and spewing dribble after dribble, the lock around his balls, prolonging the orgasm, but not allowing it its full range of pleasure. And Talyna looked fully and equally satisfied though she was done much sooner.

“Mistress Talyna, you are now my Alpha. You only obey me, and all others will obey you as long as it doesn't go under what I say, do you understand?”

“Of course.” she said with a happy smile.

“Good, why don’t you put the sissy through her rounds until dawn.

“Oh..” she started with some cheer in her voice, “I can do that.”

Unfortunately, dawn wasn’t far away at all by this point. And she left the two in the room together. Bridget returned to her room on the hidden third floor. Dawn was approaching. She was feeling a disconnect as her mind started to split between Georgia and Brayden. She decided not to wait for the sun, and pulled her ring off, and found herself as him in his clothes from earlier, and saw Georgia sitting on the bed, translucent as before.

She spoke. “We did well together, we got revenge, and we have a good sense together. I’m not sure how you are feeling, but take the ring with you… I will make arrangements.”

“Arrangements?” he asked.

“Before the evening, you will get a delivery to your home, part of my will states that any with my ring, have power of attorney over my estate. Since no one has it, it's being controlled by my family.. A bunch of decadent ingrates who do not have any real appreciation of my hard work to make them the money they live off of… But when the courier arrives, you have two choices. Give him the ring, and let my family take control of the remodel as planned. Or tell him you are not giving him the ring and take control of my estate, and we rebuild my home, my business and every night you will wear the ring, we will be Bridget again… and every day you will be Brayden.”

“But… what about my friends?” he had to ask.

She seemed amused, “The ones who were so happy to tease you?”

“We paid them back for that…”

“When you wear the ring at night, they will be their new selves, during daylight or when you choose not to wear the ring, they will be their true selves, more or less.”

“What does that mean?”

“Erica will have a tattoo of a collar around her neck, she won’t be able to refuse you anything. Dolph will have a tattoo of a clit ring on his dick, he will constantly think about being feminine, Catalyne will have a tattoo of a crop on her hip, and will be unusually aggressive toward Andrew… Andrew will have a tattoo of a cage on his dick, and won’t be able to get hard unless Catalyne gives him permission. But if you choose not to take my offer, the tattoos will fade in 3 days… well three sunrises…” she said, and a small smile curled the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t know…”

“The sun is almost upon us, there is nothing else I can say to change your mind, keep the ring… and when the courier arrives this afternoon, make your final choice…”

Several months later…

Jacob was standing outside the old mansion. It had been fully restored. It was now a functional hotel, there were rumors about it, and he wasn’t actually sure if they were true. But he swallowed hard and entered the lobby. It was beautiful and finely decorated, they clearly spared no expense.

He gently tapped the bell looking for service and a lovely woman came out to greet him, “Hello, How may I help you?”

“Hi, I had a reservation…” he seemed nervous, but gave her his full name.

“I see. You are here for two nights?” she asked him.

“I am.” he confirmed, but then sputtered out a nervous, “I heard you had extra services.”

“Excuse me?” the woman asked almost in outrage, “What would make you think something like that?”

“Siplith.” he answered with a nonsensical word.

Her exasperated tone shifted to relaxed, “Oh, yes we do. Stretch out your arm.”

He did so and she wrapped a white bracelet with a matching bauble onto his wrist and watched how within ten seconds the jewel changed from white to pink. “What does that mean?” he asked.

“It means I have the perfect person for you.” She opened the door. And called in “Talyna, can you bring this gentleman to your room, please?”

Talyna stepped out wearing a black trench coat. “No Problem, Bridget.” She saw that Jacob was alone and discarded the garment revealing her own outfit as a dominatrix. That was a bit intimidating to Jacob, but she quickly wrapped her own collar and leash around Jacob’s neck. “Follow me, slut.” she commanded. And pulled Jacob up to the second floor.

The End

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