Five Stage Plan

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Rules for the Subs :

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. If you have no owner, I will happily be your owner for the next little bit. If you want this, I need you to say it with your voice, even if it's just a whisper, “I belong to Mistress Dyvia, I am her possession.”

Rule #2 No orgasms without Mistress’ Permission. If you have a chastity cage or belt, make sure it's on and well stimulated. Regardless you may not come until you have finished all of the rules here.

Rule #3. Lipstick, given the themes in this story, wear it. It will be a constant reminder that you are obeying instructions. Also given what’s happening in this story, use your lipstick to draw a pair of lips on the back of your wrist.

Rule #4. No cumming till the end, but you still have to answer the question!

Rule #5. Answer the question at the end in the comments below, or email me.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Five Stage Plan

By Mistress Dyvia

Prologue:

“Have a seat.” I told him.

He obliged, “Thank You.”

I sat down and crossed my legs and while folding my hands over my knee, not that he could see every movement with the desk between them. “Tell me what you really want.”

“Forced feminzation.”

I quirked an eyebrow, “Well if you are asking for it, then it hardly seems forced.” Of course that was part of the play, pretend like you are being forced. And she would explain if he didn’t get it.

“I get that, but the rumors are you can make it feel like we are being forced.”

“Rumors?” I asked with mock confusion.

“There are reviews on your website, people that feel out of control, and I want to feel that.”

I nodded my head and clucked my tongue, “Hmmm… and how far do you want to take this?”

For the first time his nervousness stopped and he smiled, “As far as you can take me.”

“Alice goes down the rabbit hole deep?”

He nodded his head, “If you can make that happen, yes.”

“Limits?” I asked with a single word.

“I have none.”

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t know if you are aware of this, most dommes do not care for that phrase, everybody has limits. If I told you that you were going to eat your own excrement for breakfast lunch and dinner would you be okay with that?”

He paled a bit, “Umm.. you wouldn’t really do that would you?”

I shook my head, “No, but a point is made. I mean, are we talking long term or short term? How far can we go? Are you open to being penetrated, what if I changed your sexual identity or sexual preference? Gave you new kinks, made it so that you don’t even know who…” I gestured to his body, “...This is… How far do you want this to go?

“Yes to all of the above.”

I nodded my head, and took my table pressing a few buttons, and a moment later a document printed and I slid the paper, “I need for you to sign this acknowledging your consent.”

He quickly signed it. And handed it back to me, I scanned it, and filed it in about a minute and then stood up, “And if you will follow me, we can get started.”

He followed me down a hall. I spoke, “We will be doing a long term plan, I assume your accounts can handle that?”

“I guess, what does long term entail?”

“Monthly visits for a year. Quarterly for two years after that.”

“Okay…”

“Good.” I opened a door, “Have a seat.” It was a thin reclining chair, not unlike one you might expect to see at a dentist’s office. 

He sat in it cautiously, “Should I be scared?”

“Of course, I’m ‘Forcing’ you after all.” I gave him a wink and he chuckled.

 I reached behind him and found the small clear tube that led from the gas tank, and in a second his nostrils had a direct line from the gas tank. I twisted the valve, “Inhale through your nose, exhale from your mouth. He took a few short breaths… and he inhaled through his mouth, and small pink vapor exhaled from his mouth. Then I placed headphones over his ears, and turned on the video screen over his head.. And left the room…

Stage 1.

He was back a week later… Instead of going to my office or the chair, we sat in the living room, two couches so we could be relaxing as we could talk. “So tell me how the last week has been.”

“Well my dear-”

“Mistress.” I immediately corrected him.

“Right… Mistress, sorry that might take me a while to get used to.”

“It won’t.”

“Okay…” he took a breath, “So I keep seeing this woman in the mirror.”

“Super slutty, like the perfect fuck doll of a woman?”

His eyes lit up, “Yes.” and he was almost going to ask how, but I could see it in his face, and then he realized.

“Tell me.” I was encouraged.

“Since our session, I’ve seen this woman… like you said, that perfect fuckdoll of a woman, she is always near me… Always teasing me, and she is always equal in clothes to me, but not quite the same.”

“Explain.” not that I already knew…

“Well if I’m naked, she would be too, if I was in my underwear, she would be in a sexy bra and panty set… If I was dressed to go to the gym, she would be in yoga pants and a sports bra, if I was dressed normally, she would be in a dress that showed off a ton of cleavage. And if I was dressed for bed, she would be in super-sexy lingerie.”

“She replaced you in your reflection?”

“No she was always just there, like a girlfriend, or roommate.” he clarified.

“How did that make you feel?”

He blushed a bit, “Honestly… like I didn’t want to walk away from the mirror, aside from the fact that she seemed to be judging me.”

“Really?” Now, I knew that if he had high self esteem, she would be flirting with him, and low self-esteem meant she would be teasing him with what he couldn’t have… I guess I knew which side of that equation he was on..

“Yeah, she would dance behind me, but scowled whenever I smiled. Kinda awkward.”

“I can imagine.”

“Can you fix that, and make her like me more?”

“Honestly, probably not, But I think we are ready to start Stage two.” I stood up and gestured for him to follow me.

“You know, I kinda thought you were either going to force me into wearing a dress, or try to blackmail me, or hypnotize me so that when you said certain things I would have to comply.”

I giggled, “Different person, different story, I’m afraid.” I paused, “Well Mostly, I will have a trigger for you in stage four, nothing major.”

“Stage four, that seems so far away…”

“Not really.” I said as I opened the door to the room, and sat him in the chair and hooked him up and started playing the video… 

Stage 2

I looked at him, “So how has your week been?”

“I don’t even know where to begin. I’m always hearing her whisper in my ears.”

“Is she teasing you?” I asked.

“No, just constantly giving her thoughts on everything. Sometimes I agree, sometimes I don’t.”

“Give me an example or two.”

“She’ll see a guy and tell me how much she’d like to suck that guy off… or a girl and say how much fun it would be to roll in the sack with her. I agree with the girl, not so much the guy.”

I nod my head and make a few notations, “I see.”

“Is that bad?” he asked.

I shook my head, “Not at all. Understand this, She is not something I created, this is a manifestation of your ideal fuckdoll-slash-slut.”

“So all the ‘that’s what she said’ jokes are really mine?”

“More or less.” Though I have no intention of telling him that his last session left him with a certain collection of trigger words that might try to find a ‘that’s what she said’ scenario plausible to his subconscious.

We had a few more questions, and I took a few more notes.

He asked, ”stage 3?”

I shook my head, “Honestly, no. I think you need a little more time to sync up with your inner fuckdoll. We’ll slide you in next time.”

He chuckled.

“That’s what she said?”

“Yep.”

I smiled, after all, ‘slide’ was one of those words. “Anyway… Ever walk in high heels before?”

“No.”

“We have time, “Wanna try?” He smiled, I shook my head ‘no.”

“No?”

“Why not?”

I raised an eyebrow, and waited for him to realize why. “Cuz… I don’t wanna be a woman?”

“Very good. Now let’s go put those heels on.”

“But I just said…”

Well, I made him wear heels, he pretended to hate it, I’m sure his feet were killing by the end, but he got some experience.

The following week, I evaluated him and decided it was time for Stage 3… And led him to the chair for his session.

Stage 3

He entered and I led him to the kitchen, where I accidentally spilled some milk all over his outfit, “I’m sorry, don’t cry over spilled milk.”

He looked up at me, “You’re sorry?”

“Well it was an accident.” I said.

“But you literally just poured a glass and threw it at me, poured another and made sure it was all over my pants.”

I nodded my head, “Yeah… accident. But I guess you’ll have to have Ella wash your clothes, nice and clean before you leave.” I snapped my fingers and the door opened and Ella came in and rushed him to take off his clothes.

“But what will I wear?”

Ella’s thick french accent, "We’ll find you something.”

I added, “Have him meet me in the basement lounge.”

“Yes, Mistress.” she replied.

Several minutes later, he stepped inside. Wearing a nice pink floral print summer dress and matching heels. “There was nothing else.”

“That was the point.”

As he entered he saw me on one couch, the room was spartan, two couches, side by side, armrest to armrest, facing a large mirror.”Have a seat.”

“Thank you.” he said as he sat, and a moment later, crossed his legs.

“What did she just tell you?” as if I didn’t know.

“To cross my legs.” he replied sheepishly.

“And what else has she been telling you to do?”

“I feel urges to wear women’s clothes when I’m alone, I put up a mirror behind my television and computer, and whenever I’m on them she’s always pointing things out about the way women move and behave, their body language and such.”

“Oh? What else.”

“She makes me act like them, and it's hard to resist her when we are dressed like this.” he admitted.

“She is always dressed like you?” I asked.

“Usually, if I’m wearing women’s clothes, she is wearing the exact same thing, only she looks sexier.”

“You’ll get there.”

He chuckled, “I doubt that.”

“Why would you doubt me?” 

“I’m sorry Mistress, I meant no offense.”

“It’s fine, sweetie.” I smirked, “Just have a little faith in Mistress.”

“I’ll do my best.”

I held up three colors of lipstick to him, “Which would go better with that dress.” I saw him look at the mirror, and then he said the middle one. 

I smiled, “You are listening to your inner fuckslut.”

“Yeah, I think she is learning just as much as I am when watching videos and such online.” he paused, “She’s talked me into watching videos on how to walk in heels and stuff, but even regular shows she is pointing stuff out to me…

“Good, One more week of this, and I think we’ll be ready for Stage four.”

“Really?”

I nodded my head, “Yup!” and then added, “While we were talking, I had Ella load up your car with a few boxes, some new outfits to try, see if you and your inner fuckdoll enjoys them… Next week.. Stage four.”

“Okay…” he said nervously. Then he looked at the mirror, “You would.”

I laughed, “Talking to yourself?”

“No I’m… well I guess so.”

We talked a bit more as we waited for Ella to finish the laundry.

A week later he came back and we started stage four.”

Stage 4

I unhooked him from the chair. And we walked to the living room, “anything different this time?”

I could hear the smile on his face, “I’m sure you will show me.”

“You’re right.” I said with a jovial amusement decorating my voice. “In fact, here we are.” I said as I opened a draw and removed a large dildo. “Would you like some?”

I looked at him and he seemed nervous, “No, thanks.”

I looked at him with a bit of confusion, admittedly, I was acting. “Really? Are you sure?”

“She wants me to, she keeps telling me how yummy it looks… but yeah, not for me.”

Suddenly my eyes widened. “Oh, right. Would you like a fresh coat of lipstick?”

His expression lost much of its emotion, as did his voice, “Yes, please, I would love lipstick.” and I pulled out a tube and painted his lips.”

He seemed to relax. “How about now? Would you like to swallow this monster?” 

He smiled so widely, “Oh, yes please, it looks so big and yummy!”

“And what does he say?” I asked…

His head turned to the mirror, “He’s confused why he’s in the reflection now, and I’m in control.” SHE responded to me.

“Well let’s try another test.” I grabbed a wet wipe and wiped off her lipstick.

As soon as her lips were color-free, “What the fuck was that?” he was back in control.

“Just showing you how much fun stage four will be. Whenever you apply lipstick, she will be in control of your body for an hour, or until your lipstick comes off… well… technically the first time you see your lips color free in the mirror.”

“I don’t think-”

“-Then Don’t.” I cut him off. “This is what you asked for. This is what you got. But things get really interesting at Stage five, but I think we’ll leave you at Stage four for a while.”

“What happens at stage five?”

I sent a text, ‘Would you like a fresh coat of lipstick?’ his emotions seemed to diminish as he looked at me for lipstick, and I pointed to the counter, he applied it himself…

The next few sessions we had, She spent more time in control. I would tease him a bit, I knew most of his life was him running things, but for an hour or two a day, his fuckdoll-slut persona would take control. Then came the day…

Stage Five.

“How was your week?” I asked.

“Weird” he told me, Stage five, is so odd. If I put on the lipstick, I’m her for an hour, just watching, but the moment she puts on one of those clip-on earrings, I remember nothing until she takes them off.”

“That’s how it is supposed to be. She runs your life for an hour, uninterrupted. Whenever she has her earring on.”

Yeah, but it was weird enough when she was doing things and I was watching her… but now.. I don’t even know what she’s doing when I’m like that.”

“Good.”

“Good?” He asked.

“Would you like a fresh coat of lipstick?”

A moment later she was in control with her fresh color. “Let’s talk, girl to girl, put on your earrings.” She did as she was told. “He is asleep?”

“Catatonic!” she said with a giggle.

“Good, the session is almost over. Do you know his life well enough to take over?”

She nodded her head, “Yes, I do.”

“Then that’s exactly what you will do. On your way home, get your ears pierced.”

Her smile widened so much, “Full time?”

“Yes.” I said with a bit of bubbled enthusiasm myself. 

“What about him? You are okay with tearing down his life?”

I shrugged, “Not at all. Technically you are him, you are the part he wanted to be, I was very careful about that. You are still a manifestation of his subconscious, if he didn’t want this on some level, it couldn’t happen.”

She smiled, “So really, giving me life and taking away his… is really his fantasy.”

“You do understand.” I said as I hugged her.

“So for the next few weeks, act normal as he would… then start transitioning. Come out to friends, family, and then work. Contact me, I’ll help with the details.”

“Thank You, Mistress!” she said excitedly…

“But here is the one thing you must do… Always wear earrings for the next six months. Then every Saturday when you do your makeup, do it naked, apply your lipstick first, and remove your earrings, let him see you… But he is never to be in control unless I want that, understand?”

Epilogue.

She had her slutty phase for a few years. But then she found the perfect guy for her. He was hot, rich, and knew exactly how to treat the horny little fuckdoll that she was.

I was admittedly surprised to get an invite, let alone maid of honor status, but fuck it, I had enjoyed the fuck out of feminizing her.

The day came and we had a room, the other bridesmaids would be along shortly. But we had a half hour to ourselves. I looked at her, "in five years, has 'he' been out at all?"

She shook her head, 'no.' and added, “In fact, I haven't even let him see me since I met my fiance, not even to see my make up."

"Okay, the other girls will be here shortly, let's get you ready, but no lipstick, we will bring him out for one last time… well maybe we'll bring him out when you're pregnant." She giggled, "that'll be a great reaction."

The others arrived, so did the girls to do our hair and makeup. Well, all but her lipstick. When we were all ready, she excused all but me for a private moment. 

I stood behind her and removed her earrings. She blinked her eyes, and I knew it was him. He seemed confused, "what the hell?". He paused, "why am I in a wedding dress?"

I smiled, "because you're getting married."

"Wait.. what?"

I let out an annoyed sigh, "what is on your left ring finger?"

He glanced down, then looked at the mirror, "I can see that." He paused, he had a brief argument with his reflection, then looked at me, "ummm, how did you make this happen so quickly?"

I shrugged, "it's been a few years since she let you out. I thought you'd like one last glimpse before we got you married."

"One last glimpse,. No, this is not what I signed up for!"

"But it is. You wanted to feel out of control, you wanted to see just how far I could take you. And that's what you got."

"No," his voice, which was definitely more of a feminine voice than he ever thought he would have… "no, this is my life, not hers."

"She is you," I interjected, "created from your own subconscious, the you that you wanted to be."

"But I'm not her, I'm just asleep, I want to be-"

I cut him off, "Would you like a fresh coat of lipstick?”

His expression lost much of its emotion as it always has when triggered, “Yes, please, I would love lipstick.”

I reached over and applied it. She was back in control. "Told you that would be fun "

She giggled, "more than I thought it would." as she put her earrings back in.

"Let's get you married." I giggled a bit.

She did too, "let's get me married."

The End…

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