Yay!  third sunday of the month is here!  And with it, Daphne’s version of Chapter 2 on Patreon, as well as Scott’s version of Chapter 1 on Fictionmania (and MistressDyvia.com)!  I’ve been anxious to get these both out for weeks now. Lol. I currently plan to release publicly one version of each chapter, a month after the release of the second version on Patreon…  so everyone gets the whole story, but those of you in my patreon get both versions of each chapter, meaning not only do you get the whole story, you get the complete story, I submitted Scott’s Chapter 1 to Fictionmania tonight, and you will notice at the end of the chapter, is a choice to make, you need to let me know if you want to read Chapter 2 from Scott’s or Daphne’s point of view.  So hopefully see you girls next month!

Big Kiss!

 

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 may 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.  Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

 

Rules for the subs:

As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules…  and these are the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from them.  These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..

Rule #1  You belong to me until you thank me for your next orgasm.  Say it, “Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my next orgasm.”

Rule #2  I mark my subs.  I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick and unblotted so you feel me every time you press your lips together.   if unavailable, get a black marker and write my name on your cock, or just over your pussy.

Rule #3  I over use elipses…  ...really... ...I do…  But I enjoy this. So whenever you see one, give your cock or clit a gentle slap, nothing painful, but one that will bring you a burst of arousal.  And remember I did this to you, not you. ;)

Rule #4  email me at the end.  Let me know what you thought of the story, your expectations for things to come…  and how much you wish to be either Scott or Daphne.

Rule #5 When you are done reading the story and writing MIstress, it is time to cum…  Just chant, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s thrall!” over and over again until the orgasm sweeps over you, and be sure to verbally thank your Mistress, even if I’m not there.

 

Enjoy.
 

 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistaken Identity

Scott’s Chapter 1
 

Scott sat in the bar, coincidentally ‘Scott’s Bar and Grill;’ no relation to himself.  He had been planning tonight for weeks. He knew there was a busty blond woman who would arrive shortly... Just like she did every saturday night roughly at ten o’clock.  She would walk in, look the room over to see who noticed her, pick her target, walk over, sit with them for about five minutes or less, chat, and walk them over to the hallway leading to the restrooms, be gone for a few minutes...

Alright, so at this point you probably think Scott is either a stalker since he doesn’t think of her by name, or possibly is waiting for a cheating girlfriend or spouse or one of a friend, ‘the busty blond’, and you’re waiting for the author (that’s me) to wait for the ‘busty blond’ to come in and then name her revealing her to be exactly what she is....

Well you wouldn’t exactly be right in either case, you need some background first.  Scott’s grandfather has been a hunter of the supernatural, specifically vampires, since his father trained him.  It has been a family business since the early fifteenth century. Things went awry with Scott’s father, who decided that he would rather be a lawyer.  Scott of course knew about vampires since he was a young boy and his grandfather had told him and his sisters stories of his adventures. But Scott was never truly welcomed into the family business for two reasons, the first is that his father had made his grandfather promise not to push Scott into it.  And as Scott reached his teen years, his grandfather felt that Scott just wasn’t taking the threat of vampirism seriously.

Of course if Scott had taken the warnings of the threat of vampirism seriously, how vicious they were when threatened, and the fact that most wouldn’t let him leave here alive or with the knowledge, then this whole situation could have been avoided.
 

Several weeks ago, Scott was out with his friends.  He noticed the busty blond taking a man into a back room.  They came out with her glowing like someone had just proposed to her, and he looked more than a bit dazed.  Granted, she could have been an ‘an amazing fuck,’ but not enough evidence for that by itself. But that night they were bar hopping.  Another bar, he looked up and saw the same woman with another man. Maybe he should mention it to his grandfather. They hit five bars that night, and big surprise, he saw her again, and she did the same thing.  Now he was intrigued, and now he was pretty darn certain.

Vampire.

Well maybe she was a slut, but probably a vampire.  Maybe both?

As the weeks went by, when he and his friends went out, he would look for her, and often he would see her, she had a way about her, it was quick.  Walk in, some man would get her a drink, she whispers into his ear, they would find themselves going to a back hallway towards a bathroom or maintenance closet and come back a few minutes later.  It was always the same, she looked glowing, and he looked drained, and she would leave.

Over the weeks he got a good idea of what her pattern was, she hit the same places every night, not necessarily the same places every night.  But Scott had figured out at least part of her pattern. Every monday she would be at two specific night clubs. Every night she had a different set of places to go, well he had not seen which places she went. But it seemed to fit a pattern..  Scott didn’t know the majority of them, but had figured out a few of them, at least one every night of the week. Saturday, always brought her back to Scott’s Bar and Grill around 10PM. Yeah, stalkerish... But not quite.

Scott’s grandfather’s warnings were well-founded as it turned out.  Scott never passed it along to his grandfather, but instead got caught up in the vampire mythos.  This woman was not killing anyone, so vampires weren’t necessarily evil. In fact she seemed to go out of her way not to kill anyone as every single person she fed from, they were a little weaker, and apparently happy.   He was convinced she had mesmerized them into thinking she fucked them while she was really drinking their blood. Mind control at its best. The ideas of eternal youth ringing in his mind, never getting old, or learning what it was like to wake up with stiff joints, threats of heart disease, arthritis or Alzheimer's was appealing.  Living night to night for the sake of a fun laugh; even better.  

 

This was potentially very wrong.  He knew he should not want such a thing, but life was starting to fail, he wondered if he had surpassed his peak, but he was still young enough to enjoy everything, but it wouldn’t be very long before it was all gone, achy joints, and all that shit that his older cousins bitched about...
 

He was not a vampire expert like his grandfather was, but he knew a few things.  Physically they were stronger and faster than any human could wish to be. They did not age.  Easily manipulate a mortal’s mind just by looking them in the eye. Killing was tough, fire would kill them, just like it would if he as human, a silver or gold stake to the heart would as well, decapitation, he was sure a few other extreme methods would work, but that was pretty much it, and sunlight was forever an enemy, though he had no real idea to what extent, would his hand vaporize in the sunlight?  Would it set him on fire? Things he would clearly have to learn. Yeah, pretty much with the exception of a sunlight, everything was in the plus column… Though that was the limit of his physical benefits, there would be one major issue, he would never see his family again… And if his grandfather found out, he would most likely be hunted by his own grandfather… That was a sobering thought.

Still, Scott had an obsession, and had made a decision, he wanted to be a vampire.  Risk his life and proposition the woman. As far as he could tell, she had not killed anyone that he was aware of, so the trick would not to make her feel threatened... Well if she was as strong as her grandfather suggested vampires were, she would feel no threat from him, but her lifestyle might, which might be just as much of a threat.

It was a Saturday, he sat in the kitchen with his mother.  This might be the last time he ever saw her, he tried to make it seem normal, he did not want her to see the emotion of loss in his body language.  They had a short lunch and an odd thought happened upon him… He watched his mother reapplying lipstick after eating, and he wondered about the vampire…  If a female vampire had been born hundreds of years earlier when makeup was not much of a thing… Or at all… Did they have trouble learning how to do it? It was a foolish thought, but if that woman agreed to make him a vampire.  What things might he have to learn in the centuries to come? What about when humans went into space? Would he be safer there? Or would it be more dangerous? If he had a cottage on Pluto, and the sun seemed like one really big star, could he go out at day or night?  Or what if he was on a planet with a different color sun? Well, that might take some time to find out those answers.

 

But now we have come full circle, The night came and he made his way back to the first place he saw her at, ‘Scott’s Bar and Grill’ of course. He sipped on a coke, while nibbling at a quesadilla.  Not the best one he had ever had, it was seasoned chicken with american spices, his favorite ones always had the flavor of sazon on them, but that really was not important… Unless these chicken quesadillas were the last real food he would ever have…  Fuck, did he just fuck up his last meal? He was just swallowing the last triangle when she walked in.

 

She looked around for a moment, he tried to put on his most confident look, and for the first time, he openly stared at her, not a glance from the corner of his eye.  She made eye contact with him, but just barely, and continued to look around. Scott’s heart almost broke, he had avoided eye contact in the past, afraid he would bring to much attention to himself.  But he was still confident that he looked good enough to at least grab her attention, he was definitely more attractive than most of the guys she saw him with. His heart thumped painfully in rejection, but he was not ready to give up just yet.

She looked back at him, turned, and started to walk towards him.  Now his heart jumped again, but this time victoriously. His mind reeled, there was no way it would be that easy.

“May I join you?”  she asked with a very sultry and seductive voice that almost resonated in his mind.  Even if he did not want her to sit with him, he thought he would be unable to say ‘no.’ to her.

He blinked, both trying to get those negative thoughts out of his head and still a bit surprised, though he certainly should not have been, he saw her do similar things with others, she was very confident, “Please do.” He gestured to the seat in front of him.

She smiled, “Thanks,” and ignoring the seat he gestured towards, she instead sat down in the same booth seat with him, she crossed her legs and he felt her foot on his calf.

His eyes widened ‘Danger! Danger!  Danger!’ and felt his penis twitch.  He wanted to jump right into his planned words for her, but her proximity and sexiness were undermining the blood flow to his brain.  “My name is Scott.”

She almost seemed surprised, “Daphne.”  she put her hand on his forearm, “And it is nice to meet you.”  His attraction to her skyrocketed. His desire to fuck her was overcoming his need to be turned by her.  

 

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus.  But realizing he must be rude for not responding immediately,  “Sorry, you are just distractingly beautiful. It is very nice to meet you.”  He smiled nervously, and his brain started to function again, “I’m going to be honest, I’ve seen you in here before.”

She stiffened for a moment, and then continued, “I do like this place.” Her gaze broke from his for a moment and she took it all in, as if admiring the atmosphere and decor.

He nodded his head, “It is nice, but honestly.. I see what you do here.” hoping that this was not his last moment on Earth, he predicted that she would play innocent.

She looked around as if debating on an exit strategy if she didn’t like the way the conversation was going.  “Do you? I’m very friendly.” and she scooted in feeling more of her body on his.

Oh he wanted to fuck her so bad, but he needed focus.  “I’m sure you are.” he said almost flirtatiously, “But why?  And I think the answer is obvious for those that know about supernaturals in the area.  This is one of your feeding grounds.”

She pulled her hand away, and looked like she was about to run, “‘Feeding grounds?’”  she shook her head in disgust or anger, “I think you are a bit crazy.” She said starting to slide away from him.

“I’m not stupid enough to try anything with your kind.”  He said watching her pause, “In truth, I’m more intrigued.”  Again watching a curious expression on her face, but at the same time visualizing her with those long sexy fangs,  “If you are willing, I’d like you to consider changing me, make me like you…"
 

 

To be continued.

 

So if you choose to write to me, there is an important decision you need to make:  Do I release Chapter 2 from Scott’s point of view? Or Daphne’s? Whoever gets the most votes, gets the public release!  Kiss! With that, let me know what you think, ‘likes’ may be feel good. Comments and emails make me feel excited! So.. leave a comment or connect me with me in the following:

Email: Mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com

Twitter: @Dyvia16

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LIL: https://lockedinlace.com/members/mistressdyvia/

So I have written the first four chapters of this so far.  Chapter 5 is still being written. Depending how popular this is by the end of December (feedback and such), I could make this 10 or 15 chapters (and yes, that means all chapters written twice from both Scott’s and Daphne’s POV… though only one of each will b e released publicly)  It would mean a new five part arc in the story between chapters four and five… and again that is if popular enough… I have an outline for another five-chapter arc after the current chapter 5.

Kisses to all!  Love You!

Mistress D