Disclaimer: this is my story, hence it is my intellectual property, do not post elsewhere without my permission. This story is for adults, and should be treated as such, at the moment it should only be available at mistressdyvia.com and other websites that I submit my stories to.  Certainly, no one should be charging money for this but me(if/when I choose to).

Note from author: over a decade later:  I launched mistressdyvia.com in 2006, and I launched the website with a new story, this one.  So in the intro I was referencing the launch of website, not the relaunch as I’m doing in 2019. It was a very short story, and part of me wants to revisit it with my current attitude towards writing, but we shall see.

Enjoy:
 

 

I've been sitting on this story for a while, but with the launching of mistressdyvia.com, I decided it was a good time to finish.

 

synopsis: just another story of how I used one of my ’girls’ for amusement and also about how I brought out a certain creativity into her night.

 

Dedication:

For Juliette Lima

 

Disclaimer: Read this if its legal for you to do so. Read this if BDSM is of interest to you. Read this if “forced feminization” is of interest to you. Read this if you enjoy erotica. Read this if you want to. I own the story, I wrote it, if you wish to post it elsewhere seek my permission first. Thank You.

 

Rules:

 

1. You say aloud “I am Mistress Dyvia’s slave”it doesn’t have to be loud, but you should hear it.

 

2. You are to be sexually aroused before starting this story

 

3. Write back, and let me know what you thought of this story. 

 

Comments or criticism is fine my me.

Mistress Dyvia Presents:

Mistress Dyvia's

Writing Assignment
 

Hello. I’ve missed you, but I know how much you’ve been desperately waiting to hear about another of my stories. So today, we shall talk about a good friend of mine and of course exactly what I did with her for my amusement... As the title goes, with a writing assignment.

 

Well often enough, I would tell you a first name and how I tricked, manipulated, ordered or any of dozens of ways I have to get my men into their feminine personas. Not this time. Instead I shall tell you of what I did to one of my girls, starting about two hours after they got all femmed out.

 

My cell phone started beeping, and I knew that was the alarm I had set to let me know it was time. So here’s the part where I got naked, I know you love this part the most. Once naked I looked at my Mistress wardrobe. Hmm.. So many decisions. I started out with a sleeveless black latex midriff top… Shiny and cute, if I do say so myself. I pulled on a black satin thong, and was about to pull on a miniskirt to match, but somehow, at that moment I decided that said to much of a “raver” look. Pulled off both in order to put on a black latex thong to match my top. I put on cute little pink socks, but it really doesn’t matter all that much since the next thing I did was put on some thigh high boots with a 4 inch heel. I raided my jewelry box and pulled out a necklace that had “Mistress” as a pendent. And some Silvery earrings that dangled almost to my shoulders. Looking in my full length mirror, Something still wasn’t good enough about my appearance. I opened up my closet and fount a black see through robe and pulled it on. It looked a lot better, but still had that “home for the night” look. Taking off the robe, I grabbed a pair of scissors and took off the arms. The torn edges looked sexy to me when I looked back in the mirror. But the robed closed to much. I cut a strip just over a foot long off of the sleeves. And with a couple safety pins worked out an inside belt that would prevent my robe from ever coming more than 3 or 4 inches from my naval. Yummy. I put on a single red elbow length glove on my right hand. Fire-engine red. And I was about to put on a red lipstick to match, but decided to go for the darker look. I put on a black lipstick. Somewhat gothier than my normal preference, but I was liking the effect. And with a purplish-gray eye shadow and black eye liner I looked very intimidating, or so I believed I did. I even went to the extreme of using my eyeliner to make some Celtic (and girls, I may be American, but I’m proud of my Irish ancestry, so you better be pronouncing “Celtic” as “Keltic”) knots pour from the corner of my left eye to about halfway down my cheek.

 

At this point it was probably closer to two hours and twenty minutes, and I opened the door to the dark room. There I saw my little pet all bound up and unmoving lying on her belly. Her mouth was covered with a nice big and thick penis gag. Which of course, her voice mumbled something that I imagine was “Welcome Mistress.” Her legs were tied together and a chain that attached to her feet and belt kept her 6 inch heels pressed to her ass. Her corset was tied tightly shaving nearly 6 inches off her normal waist, that couldn’t have been comfortable, but I still bet she was loving it.

 

“Hello slut.” I said to her. As I looked down at her hands. Her wrists were held together by wrist bands and were chained to the same ring that her feet chain was. But her hands were more fun. Behind her back they were held palm to palm and taped in place. Each finger was held at least one inch apart from the other, and each finger was taped to its opposite. Index to index, thumb to thumb and so forth. I looked carefully at her nails. I had spent nearly twenty minutes on them earlier. She now had extra long nails, nearly an inch past her fingers, each painted a pinkish violet color.

 

Slowly I untied my little play thing. Her mind must have been going in so many directions, She didn’t know what was going on. I was amused of course. Within a few short moments I had her on her feet. She seemed a little stiff, So I thought she might need a little exercise, using a nice short little crop I slapped her ass, and made her walk ten laps around the room, cracking her ass every time she started to slow down. 

 

She was wearing a thong, which made her butt hole rather accessible. “I believe you found a bit of excitement from this slut.” I held up a butt-plug that judging by her expression, was quite intimidatingly large. The part that was going to mortify her though, was that she had a rather intense reaction to a story I told her of another slave who wore a tampon that had bells on it. So of course this plug did as well, and my slut was only too aware of those bells as I held the plug in front of her. Of course I smiled and signaled with my finger that she should turn around. With a resigned look across her face, or whether she was trying to look like she didn’t like it I couldn’t tell, it didn’t really matter, I knew she would love it. So I bent her over, allowing her to use the desk for support, spread a generous amount of peach scented lubricant over her sphincter, and proceeded to press the butt plug into her ass, until it was firmly lodged in place. I made her do three more laps around the room, only this time they were nice and slow so that with each step, she could hear her ass jingle. 

 

When at last I was done with that particular assignment for my slut, I decided to start my next one. I sat her down on a stool in front of a computer. I chained each of her wrists near the keyboard. Then I locked her feet to the two front legs. Her ass hung off the end of the stool rather obscenely and playfully. Of course that’s what I wanted. So I laid out the rules for her.

 

She was going to write a short story on a little bondage session she would love to experience. But it would be a free write session, and she absolutely would not be allowed to stop typing. If she had to stop for more than five seconds, she was commanded to start typing “I’m such a slut, I love to slut.” over and over again until she was able to continue with her story. 

 

The fun part that I didn’t tell her, that came up later was that every time she typed in any sort of punctuation, I used my crop to jingle her bells that were still hanging ‘obscenely and playfully’ from her ass. But every time she paused for more than ten seconds without typing her little mantra, I cracked my crop off her ass. I think she wanted to cry because of her fingernails. She obviously had no experience typing with such long nails, I did my best not to laugh at her, but it was difficult. I think she was ready to cream her panties by the end of her first paragraph. Little did my little slut know that those first three sentences were only the beginning of three and a half hours of typing in nails and having her ass jingled every few seconds.

 

But in the end I was proud of my slut. I only cracked her ass twice, and even those it was lightly, just to remind her that I would. And when all was done, I printed up her little story, sat her down in a nice easy chair, with her legs tied together, her arms bound behind her back, blind-folded, gagged, and dressed like a slut. I sat across from her, enjoying the sight, and then I red her story to her, and mocked her little voice every time I came across her “I’m such a slut, I love to slut.” She visibly squirmed each and every time I read that sentence back to her. When I finally finished, she was aroused, I was aroused… which meant that I had to tease her. Walking up to my cute little wrapped up slut, I kissed her on the cheek leaving a little black kiss print on her face, I smiled, and said, “You’ve done very well, Juliette.”

 

The End, at least until next time My pets.

 

-Mistress D