Bonding

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Rule #1. Does a sissy slut like you need a Mistress to command that clitty of yours? If you don’t have a Mistress, now is the time to take one, just say, “Mistress, my clitty is yours to command!”

Rule #2 Wear lipstick if you have it. If not, take a marker, and draw red painted lips on your clitty.

Rule #3. This story is about possession, so as you stroke yourself, try and use your other hand to stop your dominant hand from keeping yourself aroused… LIke your dominant hand was under the control of another…

Rule #4. If you have clothes similar to what Bazelle will be wearing when she goes out, I encourage you to dress up at that point in the story.Rule #5 Let Mistress know whether she should continue such a story, send feedback, and make her smile as much as she made your clitty smile.

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Bonding

By: Mistress Dyvia

Ian was sitting at a bar, he asked the bartender for another drink. And before he knew of it, it was poured right in front of them. He downed it again and asked for another. And another. And another.

And yet no matter how many drinks you seem to have, you didn't seem to get any more drunk. You kept the same level of thinking, and it was confusing. On one hand his roommate just got engaged so he was very happy for him. On the other hand, it probably meant that they would be moving in together very soon, and you would have to find a new place to live. Not good. 

He had to pee. He was in the bathroom doing his business, and as he walked out something occurred to him. How the hell did the bar have the same exact bathroom as his own home? Pussy dreaming? He sat back out at the bar and needed to test it. He looked at the door, purple haired slut walks in Three. Two. One. 

A woman with purple hair and purple lipstick walked right in on hue and looked right at him and started walking right there. She smiled at him and said, “what's a sexy man doing in a place like this?”

"Technically I'm dreaming." He told the woman. “I'm more impressed that a slutty girl like you came in when I said slutty girl come to the door.”

She giggled, "yeah I felt that. Kind of unexpected. Desparing much?"

“Kind of afraid I'm going to end up homeless. Aren't going back home to live with the parents soon.” he told her. 

“Well we can't let that happen. Tell you what, why don't you let me move in, and it'll be lots of fun to be had. Well. Lots of sex at least. I run a mean household Monday through Friday, but you can do whatever you want on the weekends. Deal?”

Silly dream. But it did sound good, was it about to turn into a wet dream? “Deal." He offers a hand to shake hers. 

But she shook her head, "seal it with a kiss.” And he did and there's some oily taste, it was not pleasant." 

And Ian was awake. So much for the wet dream. But you heard it very vividly, and found himself walking to his bathroom, the same one that was in the bar of his dream… And he started to roll himself and came to the idea of having sex with that woman. 

The night before he was there at the party celebrating their 5th anniversary and proposal. They hadn't moved in together earlier because she was trying to stay home with her family since they struggled to keep the house. Her parents were getting older, and she was trying to help keep the house that they couldn't really afford without her extra rent. But apparently Aaron decided that It was time for them to get married. She agreed. Aaron had such a good job now that he graduated college, that he offered to help pay for her parents home once they were living together..

Ian was eating a granola bar when Aaron walked into the kitchen. “Congratulations again. So happy for you, man." 

There was such a dopey smile on his face. "Thanks dude.”

“I know that l usually works late on Tuesdays, and I also know that with your engagement, we're probably not going to be roommates for much longer. I think we're both too hungover to talk about it right now. But maybe Tuesday night we can go grab some pizza down at Danny's and work out the details?”

Aaron's head bounced up and down a couple times, "yeah that'll work.”

The two of them spent the next 4 to 5 hours in front of the television. Trying to rehydrate and get the hangovers to wear off. Aaron spent the late afternoon into the early evening trying to do some yard work, while Ian did some housework inside cleanup. 

Saturday night, Aaron went off to go spend some time with his fiance. And on the other hand, went out with a couple friends to go grab some drinks. Not as much as last night. He just wanted a little buzz, no drunkenness… he flirted with a couple girls, it got nowhere… 

Sunday was a day of relaxation. Went out for lunch by himself, got home. Played some video games, watched a couple shows, caught up with his graphic novel collection. And he went to bed a little bit early. 

The alarm started buzzing at 5 o'clock. His body wasn't moving right. In fact, it wasn't moving at all, was this that locked-in thing that he had read about? He was about to freak out, but he knew it usually didn't last too long. His hand moved to his forehead, the room was still dark but the odd thought was he didn't mean to move his hand to his forehead. He looked at the alarm clock, and picked it up. He couldn't see the buttons. 

Another weird thought occurred to him, these weren't actions he was trying to do. His body was moving on its own. His eyes closed For about 10 seconds, and then they reopened and he could see every contour of the room as if there were no darkness at all. He saw the snooze button and the off button. He turned it off. Why wasn't he in control of his own body?

“Let's go see what I have to work with here." Ian found himself looking around, "and figure out where the fucking bathroom is…”

‘If you or me you stupid cow, even though it was right outside the bedroom.’ Ian railed against the force controlling his body. Did he develop a split personality? 

But to his surprise, his voice responded, “thanks. But to be clear, you're the one who's invited me to come move in on Monday morning, remember. Sealed it with a kiss… So who's the stupid fucking cow?”

Ian, paused for a moment, And wondered if it was the purple-haired slut…

In a moment he was in the bathroom. The light was still off, but somehow he didn't need it. He could see as if the room’s Walls were illuminating the area… in a moment later he was stripped naked. 

His facial expression seemed disappointed. “ Well, first thing is first…”

Found himself looking at his own hair as if he was the one controlling the eyes… he was not. But a moment later his hair started to grow out, rapidly… And it's solely changed to The color purple. 

Yeah, it was the girl from his dream…

And then watching this happened. His face softened, his head shrunk a little bit, I can't send it in. His body shrunk as he lost height. He lost his penis… he grew breasts. And soon there was no way that he could be considered a ‘he’ at all.

Ian had become that slutty woman from the bar. And she was controlling his body, he was just a passenger experiencing everything that she wanted to do. 

She walked back into his room and with the wave of her wrist his man cave became a boudoir… feminine in color and style. His games console became a makeup table. All of his clothes were replaced with a large wardrobe of feminine attire. 

She picked out a bra and panties set. They were pink. She picked out a black top and a matching brown skirt, stockings and high heels. She picked out earrings, a necklace, and some bracelets… 

She took a shower as if she were getting ready for work. ‘Are we going to work?’

“Not your work. Your job doesn't pay enough, we're not going… We are going to find something better…” She answered as if she could hear his very thoughts. Almost a shame he couldn't hear hers…

“Trust me, Ian, you don't want to hear my thoughts." Was a response to that thought…

After the shower, she walked back into the bedroom, and got dressed in the clothes that she had picked. She spent a little time doing her hair and makeup. Picked out a purse, and they were ready to go. 

As you walked into the kitchen, she saw Aaron. He was confused, " who are you?”

"I'm Bazelle, Your roommate, Silly." 

“You're not my roommate. Where's Ian" 

There was a strange sensation behind her eyes, and Aaron's face went slack, " You've never heard of Ian. I am your roommate. I've been your roommate for as long as Ian has been. And you’ve even trying to get in my pants every single day, But it always failed. You do anything to fuck with my pussy. You're only good in front of your fiance." 

She blinked twice and took a step back. Awareness seemed to re-enter Aaron's face, “ So… Bazelle, looks like you're heading out to work, have time for a quickie?”

She rolled her eyes, "You're engaged. Aaron, I'm not going to do anything myself to ruin your relationship.”

"Tandy never has to know…” as he put his arms around Bazelle.” Ian felt icky as he felt his roommate and friend​ trying to cop a feel…

She was teasing them and playing with him, saying no but flaunting off her physical attributes to him. Inviting him to tease her more, but it was clear to her and Ian that she was never going to sleep with him… She just liked the attention, as if whatever hypnotic spell she put over him would have done anything else.

Ian found himself… herself getting in her car. And it was her car. His 10-year-old beat up, practically duct tape. Car became a sports car with a snap of a finger. They drove around town for the better part of an hour before settling in on a restaurant that had a hiring sign. She walked in and started filling out the information and then waited for the manager so they'll invite her into the office. 

Considering it was a restaurant, the manager's office was actually neater than Ian would have expected. And judging by the way she looked around, she had a similar thought. Well maybe she was just piggybacking on his thoughts. Ian wasn't sure…

He was looking over their application, “It is a pleasure to meet you. You're a very unique name. Is it pronounced like the spice?”

She giggled as if it were amusing and a regular thing, "No, not at all. Think The first syllable as in the Bay area. And the last syllable like a gazelle. Bay-zell.”

He checkled a bit to keep the atmosphere kind, "Bazelle, I'm pretty sure I can remember that. And… Your last name…. bewb? Boo-bay?”

Again Bazelle smirked at the man, "boob. My last name is pronounced boob." She rolled her eyes and giggled then offered her hand to shake, “ let's try this enough top, Hi, my name is Bazelle Bube." 

He took her hand and shook it, "Nice to meet you Bazelle, I'm Eric Masters.”

Of course that was the high point of the interview. The fact that she had absolutely no experience in the industry was a major turn off. He asked questions, and she gave some decent answers. But it was clear by the way his body language and the status of the restaurant that he wasn't planning to hire her. Seriously, she did have purple hair and purple lipstick, this was a five-star restaurant. “Well I'm so glad you came down for the interview. We will keep your paperwork,” as if he wasn't required by law, “and hopefully he'll hear back from us by the end of the week." 

"There is one more thing that will be in my favor.”

He looked up at her curiously, “oh yeah?”

She reached under her skirt, and pulled her panties down and placed them on his desk. As soon as eye contact was made something happened, "You'll find that the odor is quite addictive. You want me. Every time you look at those, I'll be able to picture me on my hands and knees taking your cock in my ass. In my mouth. And in my cunt.”

There was annoyance in his expression, Ian actually welcomed the fact that for once bazelle didn't seem to have any influence on someone. Eric continued, "Miss, I am married and devoted to my wife. I will not entertain. Any ideas of not being faithful to her. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

She smiled at him, “No problem. I'll be waiting for the phone call." 

Ian might have felt uncomfortable at that exchange, for some reason. Bazelle s did not change the speed of her walk. She simply left the restaurant and got back into the car. She looked up at a window, and there she saw Eric sniffing her panties… deeply. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon driving around town, seemingly having such innocent moments with people, sometimes people he didn't know, sometimes people that Ian did know… should make weird eye contact with them and make suggestions… it's clear that everyone's mind was absorbing all of her suggestions like there were dry sponges, and her words were a bucket of water. 

They got home around seven at night, Aaron was home, though they didn't see him, Ian could hear the v shower running. His fiance was there. She looked confused when she saw Bazelle enter. “Who are you?" 

"I'm Bazelle…duh. You've known me forever. I'm Aaron's roommate.”

“Ian is Aaron's roommate. I don't know who you are.” 

Bazelle did that thing with her eyes, “you don't know who Ian is. I've always been Aaron's roommate, every memory you've ever had of Ian is now me. And you've never felt jealous at all. After all, you are my secret sex slave. You love it when Aaron leaves the room and you can sneak in a feel, or maybe sneak over when he's not around so you can eat my pussy. Cuz you're such an obedient and kinky little slut and slave to me." 

Her eyes blinked for a moment, she looked to the bathroom door, And her hand went up and teased Bazelle's breast. Ian was surprised at how nice that felt. Bazelle's smile pulled back right up to her eyes, She was honestly delighted.

"Tandy,” Bazelle started, "Are you a good and obedient pet?”

Her eyes darted to the bathroom door, "of course, mistress.”

“Get your nipples pierced. By the weekend… it'll take a few weeks for them to heal, but I'm going to have plans for them.”

Her nose flared in excitement, “Yes, mistress." 

"You can tell Aaron that you're doing it for him.”

She nodded her head sheepishly as if she had almost forgotten about him while thinking about pleasing her mistress. 

"What are you two doing tonight?”

"Going to a club and doing some dancing.”

" When Aaron comes out of the shower, you should invite me along.”

A few hours later Bazelle found herself walking in with her roommate and her slave… err, her roommate's fiance…

Ian had been disturbed by everything that he had seen so far. How easily she twisted people around her finger. How easily she walked in his monster heels. And then later how easily she danced While wearing them. He was very impressed with how much alcohol she could drink without getting a buzz… actually that was kind of depressing too…

A guy approached them, she looked them up and down as if she were impressed with his physique. Ian tried to deny it in his head, but it was clear. The guy put a lot of time and effort into having a body like that. He invited her to dance and she accepted. She never even used her powers on him, instead he invited her back to his place. 

There were so many thoughts going through Ian's head as he was stuck. Just riding along with whatever Bazelle wanted to do. There's a brief moment when he considered if this man was a serial killer. But truthfully, that probably wouldn't have phased or even worried bazelle. If it were true. Knowing her, if the guy pulled a knife on her, she'd probably look him in the eyes with that stupid gaze of hers and make him fuck himself of the kitchen knife. Ian felt Bazelle giggle, and then realized that she probably heard that thought and agreed with it…

Instead, the man was a perfect gentleman and not only brought her back to his home, but invited her into his bed. Bazelle eagerly accepted, And then took control as she reached between the man's legs to get him hard, and then spread her legs positioned right to her entrance…

They left soon after, and when they got home, they could hear Tandy and Aaron fucking in their bedroom. Bazelle made a beeline for the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She grabbed a few makeup wipes and cleaned off her makeup, and then she went to bed.

Ian's dreams were surprisingly normal. But that wasn't the problem at all, the problem was when he woke up the next morning, and saw that Bazelle was looking at her very expanded belly. A belly that looked like it was about 9 months pregnant…

What the fuck? Ian was not ready to be a mom or a dad.

Bazelle spoke, “Don't worry. It's not a baby. I didn't expect to get pregnant on the first try though. I need to eat some calories, hopefully we can give birth within the next hour or two, and I'll have yet another tool at my disposal for the chaos I plan to inflict.”

The End? 

For those of you interested, there is currently 2 chapters And will likely be a third in the next couple weeks… I understand this is a bit of a strange story, so I’ll release more in the coming months if there is interest.  lmk if you want to see more, or if you have any other thoughts, etc... 

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