Hello every one, Here is chapter 4 of Mistaken Identity, you've been waiting for it!  You didn't know it, but trust me, if you've been reading since Chapter 1, then two things you've been waiting for to happen will happen here!  Big Kiss!  And remember to let me know which version of Chapter 5 you want released next month!  Daphne?  or Scott?


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
Daphne’s Chapter 4


That look on Scott’s face when she simply touched the tip of the head of her faux-penis to Scott’s clit had been amusing.  His energy seemed to flood back into her.  She admitted she had more energy left after all.  The amusement had been after the unexpected orgasm she had during her ‘blow job’ she said she had no energy left, yet as soon as the sex toy touched her pussy, she was ready again.  

“I thought you would have a bit left for me.” Daphne said with patience and a smile.  She was not about to go to quickly on this first thrust, in fact she had already decided to be slow... agonizingly so. Let Scott get use to the feel of the phallus millimeter by millimeter.

Daphne knew how wet Scott would be right now, even if she had no idea herself.  She held the shaft firmly as she gently moved her own butt in circles trying to use Scott’s natural lubrication to coat the toy.

“This is so frustrating, I hate that I want it so much…” Scott groaned.

“You’ll get used to it, eventually, you will learn to want it, and enjoy it.” Daphne replied softly. And then realizing just how much her motions were probably stimulating Scott, something she had not intended in her efforts to lube the toy, “Are you ready?”

“God yes…” Scott’s voice desperate to both embrace her new instinct and intellectually get this over with, or so Daphne assumed.

“Alright, this will feel good…”

She moved her hips forward ever so slightly, and heard Scott’s gasp of intensity.  “Fuck… that is good.”

Daphne giggled, “i know, right?”  Squeeze a little, but not too much… and feel me as I enter you…”  more like ‘feel her toy,’ but this was not a time to confuse the situation.  But she clearly understood as she felt a bit of resistance as she still moved forward, just a little bit, and rested, and then a little more… and a little more…  and what could have been ten minutes, but was likely just over a minute, she was fully impaled.  Daphne leaned over Scott, feeling their breasts touch, and squeeze together, and they shared a kiss.  “How do you feel…”

“Embarrassed..  Hot… wanting more.”

Daphne nodded in understanding, “How do you want to do this, make love?  Or fuck?”  slow or fast?

Scott did not answer right away.  Her eyes displayed an internal conflict, she was unsure of what she had wanted… or maybe a conflict of what she wanted to say…  yes that was it.  She mind said one thing, but she thought she should say another.  She paused in hesitation but finally, “Fuck me.”

Daphne found herself giggling again, “I did not expect that.”

Scott’s expression agreed, “Didn’t think I would say it, but damn it, my instincts are running too much of me… it is intense.  I want more stimulation…  worry about the humiliation later…” She paused, curled a smile and asked, “What are you waiting for?”

Daphne took the encouragement.  “You asked for it.”  she winked.  Got a grip on Scott’s right leg, and left ass cheek for leverage and started pulling out, and push back in with a harsh thrust.  

“Oh, fuck!”  Scott quietly cried her surprise and elation of the new sensations…

Daphne tested with a couple more, each faster than the previous.  Once Scott seemed to be enjoying the ride, Daphne fell into a rhythm.  For several minutes they continued to fuck hard, very little emotional intimacy seen in their actions… no kisses, hugs, or kind words.  A furious thrusting of pelvises and the wet sounds that came from them.  And when the time was right, Daphne made her toy squirt its fake cum and triggered Scott’s orgasm.  

She laid there for a while, Scott spent and barely coherent, Daphne simply laid beside her and comforted her, held her close, cleaned her up… until Scott’s eyes closed and she fell to blissful dreams.

Daphne woke up early.  Truthfully she was surprised, but she had woken up as early as she had given everything that had happened in the past few hours, but there she picked up her phone and made a fe phone calls, she wrote things down she needed, made promises and plans.  She put a small bag of things together for Scott and went down to her car, and then took a drive to a local mall and bought a sheet; a blue sheet.

Things were going to move quickly, and she had no intention of letting Scott know until it was too late.   This would happen if her identity was ever compromised, the sudden need to escape and embrace a new life with nothing more than a handbag.  They would be back in a week, but it was important to understand a rebuild, where you start with nothing but a bit of currency and a few possessions.

She returned and Scott was just waking up.  They shared a small intimate kiss.  Daphne lead Scott to the bathroom, where she placed the newly bought sheet over the shower curtain, and left for a chair from the kitchen.  She used her cell phone to take a series of pictures.  

Scott asked, “What are those for?”

Daphne smirked, “You need a new ID, I made a few calls this morning and I need to send some pictures for your driver’s license and passport.”

She looked at herself in the mirror and then back to Daphne, “Do I look good enough for that?”

A giggle escaped Daphne at the vanity of the statement, “You look fine. Besides, everyone has a shitty ID.”

Scott retorted with , “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

A playful “nope.” and a wicked smile was Scott’s only offering.

“But speaking of appearances…”  Daphne picked up her phone, and found a number on her contacts list, “Hey.. It’s me, Daph-” a pause and a wider smile, “Yup!”  and another pause, “Hey, I hate to do this to you, but I have just made my first, last night… She is rough around the edges, and is in need of a little beautification…”  Daphne held her breath... at the squeal of delight that the succubus on the other end of the phone made, “We need a service today, I know it could be expensive… but..”  Scott looked a little worried when she mentioned ‘Expensive,’ but Daphne did her best to project a reassuring smile.  “Great we will be there.  Love you!” they made kissing sounds to each other and hung up.

Daphne looked at Scott and cheerfully said, “We have you an appointment at a salon. Today!”

Scott looked a bit nervous, “is that necessary?  I think my hair is okay.. You helped me last night…”

Daphne laughed, “There is so much more to your daily routine.  Even the trip today is just scratching the surface.  The lucky thing you have going for you right now is that you don’t have to worry about spending years figuring it all out.  Your mind is like a child’s right now, an information sponge, you will learn very quickly, and you will adapt even quicker.”

Scott relented with a soft sigh, “I guess…”

Daphne paused in the door, “Come on, to the bedroom, we need to find you something to wear!”

Scott immediately rose and followed and then Daphne realized she gave that as a command where she had intended to encourage…  When they were in the bedroom, Daphne started going through some clothes she had not intended to wear again… especially since Scott would probably stretch out part of them…  meh…

A couple hours later, Daphne stepped out of her car asking Scott to stay where she was.  Daphne clearly not liking the public eye just nodded her head, ‘yes.’  Daphne walked across the street, and behind a building.

She saw the red car she was told to find.  She started walking towards it, and the door opened.  “Hi Joe!”  she said with a smile, “Get the pictures alright?”

Scott’s grandfather nodded, “Yeah, just fine actually.”  He stepped in and grabbed a manila envelope from his passenger door, “How’s he…”  he corrected himself, “How is she adapting?”

Daphne nodded, “She’s adapting, I would have brought her over to say hi, but I think a bit of isolation is important for the next few days.  I’m afraid she might try to fight her new life and that won’t be good for anyone.”

Joe nodded his head, “I understand.  Everything there is legal, not just forgeries, our secret society has wonderful connection.  Complete history... which she’ll have to learn, basic identifications and so forth.”

Daphne nodded her head and opened the file, “Beatrix?” she asked looking at Scott’s new name.

Joe nodded, “His grandmother’s name… not my wife…  from his mother’s side, she had always intended to name a daughter after her, but they stopped having children before that. Well it was Beatrice, but Beatrix was still the intended name.”

“How is everyone taking the news?” Daphne asked.

With a shrug, “Mostly well, Dean is struggling with the idea the family name will be gone with him.  The girls are a bit off, excited and freaked at the same time.  We publicly released Scott’s death last night, so publicly we are mourning.”

“Publicly.” Daphne echoed the word Joe had used a couple of times.

“Well, he’s not dead, so we aren’t mourning.  Publicly the world thinks he is dead.  He died finding his long lost twin sister to a bunch of sex traffickers.  We are using his mother’s year off and traveling at the time of his birth to account for a hidden sister, using her postpartum depression as an excuse for a daughter that was taken.  The sex traffickers will hold a dual meaning, for the vampire hunters, he died doing there job and will be honored, while suggesting she was a vampire pet reclaimed to explain some of her more sexual behaviors and lack of normal behavior in the first few months.

Daphne looked at him with respect, “You have thought this out.”

“I have.” he agreed.  

“Take care of him… her.”  his correction with rolled eyes, “Sorry, I will adapt.”

Daphne smiled, “You will.” she agreed.

They talked for a few more minutes.

As she walked back across the street, she saw Scott get out of the car.  Scott was wearing a white top, pink shorts, and a pair of sandals, the way she carried herself, it was obvious she wanted to pull something over to cover part of herself up a bit more.

As Daphne got closer to Scott she extended the folder, “You have a new identity.”

Scott opened it and looked at some of the papers, but paused on the cards.. Her driver’s license…  “Beatrix?”  Scott stared at the picture of herself from the bathroom this morning, and the name of course.  Her eyes came up to meet Daphne’s,  “My grandmother’s name on my mother’s side was Beatrice.”

Daphne told a little white lie, “That’s what your grandfather told me when we talked on the phone this morning.  We used his connections to find a way to keep you in the family legally.”  Not that it was a big lie, but if Scott knew her grandfather was on the other side of the street behind that building, and she did not know, it might have upset her.  And as she had told Joe, she did not want his presence interfering with her new life so soon.

Daphne’s thoughts were interrupted when Scott exclaimed, “Shit, that is going to take some getting used to.”

Shaking her head, Daphne said, “I’m sorry, but it won’t.”  Putting a hand on Scott’s shoulder then looking into her eyes then she added, “You won’t remember your old male name until the next time you see your mother in person, you can only remember Beatrix as your name.”

Scott was now Beatrix, whether she liked it or not.  She stepped back,  “Wait, was that a command?” her tone was a bit harsh,  “No my name is…”  she struggled to remember it, but her mind came up with nothing.

Daphne in a soothing voice told her, “You won’t be able to remember until you see your mother next week.”

“No.”  Beatrix with a determined look on her face,  “I can remember.. “It wasn’t Bill, nor Bob.” Clearly assuming her name began with a ‘B’ since it was now Beatrix...

“Your name began with an ‘S’” she said to punctuate a point.

Looking up with a questioning look she asked, “Stephen?”

Daphne snorted as she laughed, “No… maybe it was Sidney, or Scott, or maybe even Sal.”

Beatrix heard the options, but a look of distaste on her face was followed by a  “Pretty sure it wasn’t one of those.”

Daphne smiled, “Well then, I guess we’ll just have to move along to the salon.” and silently she added, ‘and wait for you mother next week.’

They had an appointment at the salon, and it was a short walk away, so their conversation had to move as they walked.  She stopped in front and took it in.

Daphne stepped in first and Beatrix followed behind her. Daphne went up to the receptionist to announce their appointment, and looked back to see Beatrix clearly overwhelmed by the scents.  She had seen a few men overwhelmed by it before as well, and they had no enhancement to their senses as Beatrix did.

Daphne stayed by the desk and kept an eye on Beatrix, but then she looked up and saw Cherry coming.  They each squealed in delight as they wrapped their arms around one another.  There was a rapid flurry of questions and answers as they quickly went over the ‘you look greats’ and the, ‘How have you beens,’ and a few other questions before Daphne finally broke the excitement to gesture to Beatrix who had remained quiet.  Daphne waved her over.

Cherry looked her up and down, “Oh, she turned out nice.” Daphne was unsure if she wanted to mention Beatrix’s former life, there were political and personal consequences to this, so she thought it best to leave it up to Beatrix to decide when she thought it was best.. ‘If’ she thought it was best.  But Cherry continued,  “She must have been beautiful before…  I don’t see why she would need my help.” and then she turned back to Beatrix, “My name is Cherry,” holding out a hand...

Beatrix took her hand and shook, “Beatrix.”

Daphne suppressed a giggle as Beatrix gave Cherry a very manly handshake. “She wasn’t traditionally beautiful before.  She had short hair, smaller chest, never wore makeup or heels a day in her life.” a thought pervaded,  ‘traditionally beautiful,’ as in feminine...


Cherry was clearly envisioning a very butch woman, likely picturing a lesbian that raged against feminininity to some level or another, but she spoke kindly,  “Well, we can certainly make things happen now.  Come in!  Come in! Have a seat and we can get started.”

Another command was necessary here, and Daphne leaned in whispering to Beatrix, “Pay attention to everything she shows you, every stroke, every technique. It is all very interesting and very exciting.”

“I will.” she agreed.  And her face at first showing annoyance at the forced command, but as Cherry came closer with her tools, Daphne saw a bit of wonder and excitement fold over Beatrix’s face.

The next few hours were mostly boring as Daphne spent most of her time planning things out on her cell phone, reading articles, flipping through a magazine…  she did take a little bit to get her nails done when one of the girls had no appointments for a while… so that was something…

And then in the middle of a news article she was reading, she heard Beatrix say, “Thanks Cherry,” while holding her arms out for an offered hug..

“No, thank you Bea, I had fun and you are so beautiful.  You’ll be beating them off with a stick!  Well, we all do, but you just might have an edge on the rest of us!”  they held on a little longer and let go.  Daphne smiled at Beatrix’s giggle when she looked at herself in the mirror.

Cherry walked over to Daphne to say goodbye, “I guess I won’t see you for a long time…”  she said with a frown.

Daphne shook her head, “No, just going on a little vacation. We’ll be back late next week.”

Cherry looked at her, “But she-”

Daphne put up a hand, “She looks nothing like she did.  It is the freakiest thing.  But her own mother wouldn’t have a clue who she was if they just ate lunch together.  New face, new body type, different color hair, new shape to her eyes.  It is weird.  But no need for her to run… And no need for me to run.”

Cherry looked at Beatrix oddly, “really?  I never heard of such a change.”

“I was shocked myself.”  they gave each other a quick kiss and parted.  Daphne put her arm in Beatrix’s and they left, walking back to her car.

Daphne was driving, but soon they were leaving the city limits, and when Beatrix looked up and saw that they were on the outskirts getting ready to get on an interstate highway, she asked where they were going.

Daphne delighted in the question as she had been waiting for it.  She reminded her new protege of the conversation they had with her father and grandfather; specifically the vacation they were going on.  Of course there was distraction of her reminding her of not bringing any of her stuff.  Daphne was kind enough to not remind her that she did not have any stuff anymore, at least in terms of clothes, but comforted her with the knowledge she had brought a bag for her and planned to do some shopping with her.

Finally relenting, Beatrix asked where they were going, and Daphne told her they were staying at a hotel that night, and would be going on a cruise in the morning.

They talked a little bit for the drive and sang some songs that played on the radio.  Daphne was amused at how much Beatrix actually seemed to enjoy the range that her voice had.  She was never able to hit certain high notes as a male, but now it came easy to her.

They pulled into the parking lot, and it was earlier than Daphne had expected they made great time, and still had a few hours of sunlight left.  Daphne had been complaining for the past half hour that she had to pee.  

“I’ll go in, and get the keys to our room, and come back for you when we are ready. Less moving for you.”

“Okay.” Beatrix replied with calmness and a little wiggle to her thighs as she did the pee dance sitting down.

She walked in, the receptionist was kind.  Daphne offered her ID and pulled up a picture of her reservation and reference number on her phone for the woman to get done quickly.  She paused for a moment and smelled the man behind her, and realized she was more hungry than she realized, she would have to break from Beatrix soon.  Though Beatrix was newly changed and would not need to feed for a while… Daphne was sarving...

Daphne made her way back to the car, “You ready?” when Beatrix nodded her head, Daphne added, “Here’s your key.” and offered a little plastic card in a mini yellow envelope.  They made their war up the stairs and to the elevator, each holding a small bag and a purse, Beatrix also had her new makeup and hair supplies from the salon in a separate shopping bag.

Daphne opened the door as she had one less bag.  She stepped out of the way to let Beatrix in first, she dropped her things on the floor and ran across the room looking for doors, first one was a closet and she let out a cry of frustration, and then ran for the second, and disappeared into it.

Daphne picked a night stand and placed her bags near it, she wasn’t about to unload it since she had planned on leaving early.

She sat down and laid into the pillow, then heard the toilet flush, she closed her eyes as she heard Beatrix come back in...

“Daphne, there is only one bed.” hmm… she had noticed.

Pretending to be hurt, Daphne asked, “You don’t want to sleep with me?”

Beatrix sheepishly smiled, “okay, I kinda do.  Isn’t that awkward for you?  I mean I’m still kind of a guy in my mind.”

Her thoughts and her mouth responded in sync, “Not for long.”  with a brief pause, almost inshock to herself for the quickness of that response.  Deep down she must have been waiting for her to say something like that, but she continued… “but one of the cool things about being a succubus over the vampire you thought you were going to be…” she found herself pausing as she realized she made a painful mistake dredging up the things that lead to her being a female... “is that we are pretty cool about sleeping around.  I mean, I would like you to close your eyes…”  Daphne was careful with the words, she did not want to force her,  “Can you picture falling in love with the most beautiful person you would imagine…”  It only took a few seconds for the pheromone levels in the room to shift, and the scent wafting off of Beatrix was telling her that she was picturing someone sexy…  Daphne briefly wondered if Beatrix was picturing a man or woman, and almost immediately dismissed that, she was picturing a woman…  “Now picture walking in on her after a long day at work, and this perfect person is fucking your best friend, how do you feel?”

The expression on Beatrix’s face coupled with her changing scent made Daphne realize that she was shocked at her own thoughts....  She looked at Daphne with wide eyes as she responded in all honesty,  “I’d be cool with that.”

A wide smile erupted with a bit of an amused laugh from Daphne and then an explanation,  “We always are, where as a vampire sees a person they are interested in and become very territorial, they are filled with rage, and anger, many control it well, and your grandfather’s profession should tell you that a lot do not.”  she paused, “its also a good reason why you should not have sex with a vampire.  You can’t feed off them, they are not mortal, and if they become fixated on you, they’ll probably kill every man they sniff on you.”

Beatrix was starting to understand what little she knew of the supernatural world was not as clear as she had thought, and she responded as such, “I have a lot to learn.”

Agreeing with a head nod, Daphne affirmed,  “You do.”

A real meal was had, in the form of pizza.  Neither of them needed to eat, and neither of them would gain weight from his, but it was a human habit that most succubi seemed to enjoy even when they weren’t around humans. But after that meal, Daphne realized she had put off her real evening meal… her sustenance for too long…

She suggested to Beatrix that she should practice makeup, Beatrix wasn’t that enthused, so Daphne offered to give the command, and Beatrix accepted.  She worded a sentence in such a way that Beatrix not only found herself motivated, but excited to practice her makeup and hair skills.  But Daphne of course was feeling mischievous, and gave an extra command, “...and you find it embarrassing to be seen in public without your makeup and well-done makeup for that.”

Daphne saw the expression on Beatrix’s face, not quite anger… more of an outrage or shock, “that’s not fair.”

Playfully Daphne defended herself, “It’s good motivation, and also, I’m totally calling you Trixie, it is both cute and sexy.  Problem with that?” yeah she liked ‘Trixie as a play name.  Definitely for the clubs and any other places they would be flirting with the boys...

Shaking her head Trixie responded with, “Not really.  I used to be called that when I was…”  She paused and blushed as she realized she was remembering something that never happened.  “Nevermind, its fine.”

Daphne found herself growing impatient, but tried to pass it off as nothing.  She made suggestions for checking out Youtube makeup tutorials and made an excuse for leaving.  In her bag, she just had a bikini.  

A few short minutes later Daphne found herself exiting the hotel lobby to the back door where the pool area was.  The sun would set within the hour, but there was plenty of light.  She saw there were a number of men around, sure there were plenty of women as well, but she was not really concerned about them.  She put on a pair of sunglasses and laid on one of the seats near the pool.

She had no desire to make this quick, she wanted to enjoy this, she was hungry, more so than usual, she suspected that changing Trixie the night before had drained much of her own extra energy.  She would make it up tonight and then some,  She knew she was the center of attention, but that was not nearly enough.  She focused on her vagina, and then with just a bit of focus, she let out the pheromones, and no human male could resist those, in the outside air, it was harder, the scent could drift away quickly, but the air was quiet today…
“Hi there,” a man’s voice said.

She smiled and looked up, wedding band… nope. “Go away.”

“I was just being friendly, and thought-”

She cut him off, “-good bye.” and he left with his head down, and she wondered very briefly if his wife had seen any of that… or if she was somewhere else..

“That was impressive.” another man’s voice said.  

She cracked an eye, he was cute, smelled virile, he would do for an appetizer. “I know.  Have a seat.”  

The man beamed as he sat next to her, “Thanks my name is-”

She cut him off, “-don’t care…” she intensified her pheromones, and then added, “If you think you got what it takes to take me back to your room, throw me over your bed and fuck my pussy until its dripping cum, take my hand and lead the way… otherwise, go away.”  There was a pause and then Daphne felt a hand on hers…

The man fumbled with his card as he opened the door to his room.  Taking her hand, he lead her into the room.  She smiled, did her best to ‘beam’ for him.   She stopped at the kitchen table… “Here.”

“Here?”  he asked looking towards the bed as if that would be better.

“Here.” she repeated again.  “Push me down, move my bikini bottom to the side… feel how wet I am…”

Daphne felt his hands on her and it sent a tingle up her spine.  “Holy fuck, you are wet.”

“I’m hungry.” she said with a giggle. “My pussy is starving.”  In seconds she felt the man’s hand near her vagina as he guided his penis into her.  She moaned in excitement, “yes.. Just like that…”  in and out… faster and faster, Daphne’s thighs pounded against the table.  “Just like that!”  mmm heah…”  every word she spoke encouraged him to fuck her harder, and started squeezing his cock with her own pussy, making it harder for him to push in and out, intenisfying the stimulation she gave to him and in turn he gave to her…

They fucked for several minutes and then she felt the first squirts inside her, and she shrieked in pleasure as the tell-tale orgasm hit her.  He had cum, which made her cum. “You are amazing…” he said.

She giggled, “You are too!”

She turned to face him finally.  His eyes were glued to her breasts. She smiled as she ran her fingers over them.  Squeezing lightly and then a white drop appeared on the tip of her nipple, “come here, lick it.”

He stared for a moment and then nodded as his tongue pressed to her nipple.  She held his head, “That’s it drink it up.”  She felt his lips tighten around her nipples, the tingling in her areola as he started sucking and she felt her milk flow into him...she finally pushed him off, his face seemed vacant.  “This was a wet dream…  You only had a dream about fucking me. That hot woman you saw at the pool.”

He nodded without a word.  

“Good boy…, now why don’t you lay down and finish that dream.”  he nodded and walked to the bed and laid down.  Her milk had the effect on humans, put them in a highly suggestive state.  And hell, succubi used to be feared as demons who visited men in their sleep, Daphne thought that was just the cover story.  Eventually she would have to train Trixie to do this.

She made her way down to the pool gain.  Who else?  One eyebrow raised as she saw a pair of twins, probably in their mid-twenties…  It had been a while since she had been spit roast between two identical looking men…

A couple hours later Daphne finally felt satiated.  She slid her keycard through the door and entered. ”Trixie?”  she asked and heard no response. Was she asleep?  She checked the bed and bathroom, nothing.  And then she found a note.  She was proud of her makeup skills and went to go get a drink at the hotel bar to celebrate her accomplishment.

“Oh fuck.” Daphne cursed as she pulled on something more appropriate and made her way down the elevator.  She followed the signs for the bar.  She started walking down a narrow hallway and started to smell the succubi pheromones.  “Shit.”  every man in that room was probably getting ready to take turns with her, and she wasn’t sure if the Scott inside trixie would be ready for this just yet.  She passed by a door and heard something.  She stopped.

It sounded like a couple were getting freaky in there. She swung the door open, Trixie was finishing the man off… and so much more, she was about to start devouring his essence, gorge herself on this poor man, “That’s enough Trixie, get off of him.”  

She obeyed, but her eyes pleased with Daphne’s, “But it felt so good…”

Empathy…  Daphne knew exactly how Trixie felt at that moment, such essence being drawn in, an aphrodisiac in itself.   A stimulant, a drug… A moment passed and Daphne spoke, “I know, but you do that too much, you can hurt him, there are plenty of other men down there if you are not satiated.”

Understanding that she was done with this man, she started pulling on her clothes, “is he okay?”

Daphne looked at the man again, evaluating than met Trixie’s gaze..., “Yeah, but I doubt he’ll be able to cum again for a week.  He’ll wake up in fifteen minutes in a post orgasmic-stupor, stumble around.”  she paused, “Your makeup looks good, your lipstick is smudged.”

Trixie looked concerned, both at the sudden change of topic as well as the need to have her makeup look good in public due to the command given earlier. “What now?” she asked fixing her makeup with a little compact.

Daphne carefully considered Trixie’s options, “Up to you, go back and pick up another guy?  Or go back to our room.”

Trixie seemed to ponder this question.  The answer spoken was “I don’t know.” not once, but twice.  And that was okay.  In fact it did not really matter, if she wanted to try again, Daphne would be there to make sure it didn’t go too far, but the real training would begin later… on the ship. Tomorrow.

To be Continued.


Alright pets, did you enjoy this part?  I know I did.  It was a fun write, and you got to see a more toppy Daphne.  What were your thoughts?

So I will see you in two weeks with Daphne’s Chapter 4! 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:

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As you have probably known, I have wrote the first 4 chapters of this story last summer, this is it.  However for those of you on my Patreon, you may have noticed part 5 is up, so clearly I have carried on, Mistaken Identity will go on to at least Chapter 10!  Don't forget to let me know which version of Chapter 5 yo would like to see next month...  Scott/Trixie or Daphne... (and don't say Beatrix or Trixie if you post on fictionmania publicly... don't want spoilers for the people who have not yet read!  lol

Kisses to all!  Love You!

Mistress D