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 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. 

Synopsis: In Mistress Dyvia's latest story, we are introduced to her Slut and Whore.

. Hey there girls. Welcome back, go make yourself a drink, sit down relax. Don’t relax too much though, I have a story that I’m sure will make you antsy in moments.

For all the subs and slaves out there:

Rule 1: You must be aroused for this story before you start it.
Rule 2: You belong to me, at least until you have finished your instructions.
Rule 3: Lipstick and heels are a must, the brighter the lipstick; the better. The higher the heel, the happier your Mistress is.
Rule 4: Do you best not to cum, but if you do, drink it.
Rule 5: Upon finishing, write to your Mistress and tell her which character you most identified with, and anything else you wish her to know.

Enjoy the story girls.


Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia's Slut and Whore

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It started out as such a quiet weekend, and don’t get me wrong, quiet can be nice. But I guess it’s just in my nature to take nice and make it naughty. So in comes the story of Gary and Horatio. They both wanted to see me on the same Saturday, and I was going to make arrangements for just one, but they both said that they would prefer seeing me, so I told them both that if I saw them both, then it would be the three of us.

They both agreed, apparently eager to see me. As I prepared to meet them, I dressed in the dominatrix attire. It was a bit stereotypical, but I was sure that they would enjoy it. I was wearing a leather teddy, black stockings and black 4-inch heels. My hair was in a ponytail, which was loose behind my head. I wore opera length gloves made of latex, and a black & white choker that had ‘Dyvia’ written across it. My make up was done rather lightly except for brownish eye shadow and dark red lipstick. I guess I was going for a more dramatic look… though when I’m playing with the boys like this, when am I not? lol

When they both arrived, I went down to meet them. Both of their eyes were locked right on to me, and I, as always, was immensely pleased with this result. I greeted them warmly and invited them back to my office where we could go over the rules and sign contracts and things like that. Before they had even arrived I already knew what my plan was going to be for them. Gary was going to be my new slut, and Horatio was going to be my new whore. As we sat there and talked, the atmosphere lightened, we laughed and the two men were much less tense. 

Finally, I opened up my desk and pulled out the contracts I had made up for them. I handed them both their contracts. Gary looked at his, which had a hand written title (of course in my own handwriting) in red ink, ‘Contract to be Mistress Dyvia’s Slut,’ and the rest of the contract was typed. As Gary started to look over his contract I handed Horatio his, ‘contract to be Mistress Dyvia’s Whore.’ Once again the title was handwritten in red, and the rest looked typed, though technically was printed from my computer. 

As they each finished, I once again opened my draw, and handed them each a pen with pink ink. They each nervously took the pens that I handed them, and they both nervously and eagerly signed their lives over to me, even if it was just for twenty-four hours. They both offered their contracts back to me, but I had them hold them for a couple more minutes. Reaching into my desk I pulled out a couple of tubes of lipstick, I tore off the plastic. I stuck one in my bra, and I opened the other and twisted. As the lip color came out, I could only imagine something similar was happening to each of these men. 

Gary was first, I held his jaw firmly between my finger and the thumb of my left hand, and gently applied the deep rose color to his lips. Pointing to a blank spot on his contract; I told him to mark it with a kiss. He did so with only the briefest moments of confusion. I then reached into his pants pocket and withdrew my hand leaving the lipstick inside. “Just so that you think of me when you get home tomorrow.” Not that I wasn’t really over-confident that I’m the only one he’ll be thinking of for weeks to come. 

After that I stepped around to Horatio. He watched in awe, as I withdrew the lipstick from my bra, popped off the top, held the base and twisted the gold color. In much the same way I played with Gary, I applied a shimmery, ‘wet’ purple color to his lips. He marked his contract quickly, just waiting for his command. I guess watching me have Gary do it, got him excited. I winked at him as he handed me back his contract and told him, “good girl.” ‘Good girl,’ is what I tell all my girls who please me, though technically I hadn’t made him one of my girls yet, but he smiled. I grabbed his belt, and tugged slightly, he became very nervous. But all I did was drop the lipstick into his tighty-whities.

“Alright you two, just so that we’re clear, from this point on until I say otherwise, or until this time tomorrow, you are both my girls. Gary, your name is now Sarah, and you are my slut. “Horatio, You are-“

”-Mistress when in femme I like to be called Harriet.”

”I don’t care… And don’t interrupt me. You’re my girl, so your name is Rosa. And you are my whore. Now introduce yourselves girls.” And it wasn’t so much that I didn’t care, it was more or less I was just trying to firmly present my dominance in front of him.

Sarah looked at me, “Good afternoon Mistress Dyvia,” then she looked at Rosa, “Good afternoon, Rosa…” she looked back at me, “My name is Sarah and it is a pleasure to meet you both.”

I nodded in approval, “Good girl.” And then Sarah and I turned our attention to Rosa.

She blushed, “Good day Mistress Dyvia,” Looking at Sarah she said, “And good day to you miss,” I couldn’t help but notice she seemed shy at this, and that gave me much amusement. But as she turned back to me, she stuttered a bit, but did very well, “m-m-my name is R-r-r-Rosa, and I’m very excited to be here with you both.”

And as with Sarah, I smiled at her and said, “Good girl.” Walking around my desk again, I opened up a drawer and handed Rosa a print out. ‘Rules for my Whores,’ by Mistress Dyvia, of course. Then I pointed to a pile of magazines on a small coffee table on the far side of the room, “When you think you know all the rules, keep yourself entertained until we return.”

”And Rosa smiled at me, “Yes Mistress!” And she sat down and started reading her rules.

I took Sarah into the dressing room. Had to do some work, as she was in desperate need of a shave, and I mean everywhere. I took some lube, and lubed both a small butt plug and her ass and gently worked it into my slut’s ass. Not too long after, I started with the prosthesis. As a slut, I prefer smaller breasts, but most men, don’t feel effeminate enough with b cups. So Using a very liberal amount of adhesive, I pressed them against her chest. And waited for it to set. I let go and she had her very own nice set of c-cups. I also had a vagina prosthesis, which actually took her penis and slipped it into a pocket, it was restrictive, and almost as useful as a chastity belt in preventing erections, but did allow for some play when penetrating her pussy… plus it also forced her to sit to use the rest room. 

Once she had breasts and a pussy, I put a corset around her waist. I took a moment to slowly remove her plug and insert a medium sized one. It was not a real corset, but more of a waist cincher; it gave her a bit of an hourglass figure, but wouldn’t be too noticeable through tight clothes. Next, I pulled a nice lacey black thong up her legs and up her ass crack. A matching bra went over her shoulder and around her back, hugging her breasts to her chest. Once again, matching the bra and thong, I put a garter belt around her waist and rolled dark stockings up her legs, and attached them to her garter. I brought out a nice dark red dress and helped her into it, and matching strappy, open-toed, 5-inch, high heels. I put on some gold jewelry on her, an anklet, two bracelets on her right hand, one on her left and long dangly earrings from each ear. Finally I did her make up, which I used mostly browns and natural colors to give her that glamorous evening look. Her skin looked flawless, and the average man would just notice the black eyeliner, mascara, her half-inch long, ruby fingernails and matching ruby-colored lips. 

I bent her over and removed this plug and inserted a larger one. This was the size I wanted her at. I took all her makeup and put it into a purse that matched her dress, and slung it over her shoulder. And then I led her back to Rosa. Like Rosa I handed Sarah a multi-page print out that she read the cover aloud, “’Instructions on being my slut’ by Mistress Dyvia.”

”And like Rosa, feel free to keep yourself entertained with the magazines back there, once you are done reading.” I then took Rosa by the hand and led her to the dressing room. 

In much the same way, I removed her hair and added prosthesis to her chest and crotch. Of course as a whore, she would need to sell herself a little more, so she got a very full f-cup for herself. That way it looked like she had a little augmentation done. I also didn’t use the usual breast forms, this was almost a bit of a harness, so that she could go braless with the right top and jewelry. By the time I was done she had a nice shaven pussy between her legs, as well as a bigger ass. Since she had a pretty narrow waist as it was, I felt there was no need for a corset, and it might even take away from her whorish appearance. 

For her clothes I started with a red, lacey, see-thru thong. She squirmed a bit, and I smiled. Next, came some fishnet stockings, which admittedly were partially inspired by that movie, “Pretty Woman.” Then came her shoes, a simple pair of black 6-inch ankle boots, I tied the laces for her. Then I was torn for her top, I was going to go with a sleeveless midriff, but changed my mind. Instead I got her a neon pink blouse, with scissors I cut off the sleeves, and snipped off a button or two or five. We tied it under her tits, and believe me, with how whorish she was looking; ‘tits’ are the appropriate word there. Soon came the wig, a dirty blonde big-hair wig, which was kind of reminiscent of an 80’s music video. And finally there was jewelry; I loaded her fingers up with one to two rings on each finger, and one thumb ring on her left hand and a huge gold hoop in each ear. 

Them came the makeup. Taking it to more of an extreme than Sara’s nails, Rosa had full one-inch long fingernails and they were painted blue. Her eyes were a very bright blue, and her cheeks a bright pink. Her lips were the rose red. Her eyeliner was thick, and her eyelashes were fake and long. Her appearance, in my opinion was so over the top, if she wasn’t a stage actress, she had to be a whore… a hooker. And like Sarah, I took all her makeup and about twenty assorted condoms and put them into a little handbag, and handed it to her. 

Then we went back to meet Sarah. She was firmly engrossed in reading her Cosmo. But she eagerly abandoned her magazine in exchange for her mistress. First I looked at Rosa and said, “Rosa, do you understand your role?”

”Yes I do Mistress.” She replied without hesitation.

I smiled and then looked at Sarah, “And you understand yours?”

”Yes Mistress, I understand.”

”Good girls, come along.” And they followed me to the kitchen. I noticed, how they both struggled to keep up, but both adjusted quickly to walking in heels. I pulled out two chairs from the kitchen table, and to both of their surprises, there were two dildos, and they were suctioned to each respective chair. “Sarah, why don’t you show me how much you enjoy sucking cock.”

”Really? Right here? Now?” she responded mixed between embarrassment, eagerness, and social expectations. But she dropped to her knees in front of one of the chairs, and eagerly sucked on it, and stroked it with her hands. Her moaning did make me a bit aroused, but I contained myself.

“Good Girl.” I told her. Then I turned my attention to Rosa, “Why don’t you do it too? Show me how good you are?”

She scowled a bit, and she did so quite convincingly, “I’d rather not, I suck cocks for a living, like five nights a week, I’m not going to do it for free.”

”Well I guess you really are a whore then.” I had hoped that she would have adopted that response, but not everyone does. But I was prepared for it. I turned away from her and opened up a cabinet. Following my cleverly made up plan, I grabbed a $1000 bill from the cabinet. Now granted it wasn’t a real dollar bill, it was from a popular board game. Taking one I put it into her blouse between her big tits. “Now that should be more than enough to give the chair a decent blowjob.”

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 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. 

Synopsis: As you read Mistress Dyvia’s latest tale, you will meet her slut and whore.

“Yes, I would be glad to suck the chair off.” And she knelt down, “Wow, sir, you got such a big cock, I hope I can fit it all into my mouth.”

I watched my girls for about ten minutes, as Sarah maybe some wild sounds, and looked totally engrossed in her cock. Rosa on the other hand, was doing great, but obviously from a calculated perspective, telling ‘him’ how great he was, and how hard. As I started to get bored, I took out a Polaroid, and took a picture of each girl, sucking on her dildo. And I gave Sara her picture, and Rosa hers. 

Each girl took out their compacts and started touching up their makeup. They needed to look good for their men. Oh, that’s right I didn’t tell you, I invited a few men over for them to enjoy. The funny part about me not telling you, is that I hadn’t told them either.

While we were enjoying a little girl talk, there was a beep. I looked out the window and saw a van. “Rosa, why don’t you go see what they want?”

”Me, mistress?”

”Yes, you.” And she left the room. Both Sarah and I watched as she walked to the front driver’s side door of the van. At one point she looked straight at me from the van. I broke out into a laugh. Sarah asked me what was so funny, and I told her to keep watching. Rosa bent over giving the driver a nice view of her cleavage. They were negotiating. The man in the van handed her a couple dollar bills. And with a sexy walk, swaying her ass from side, giving her client a nice view, she walked to the rear of his van and crawled in. Sarah and I continued to watch, until the van started rocking. 

About a minute after we turned away, the doorbell rang. I sent Sarah to answer the door. Obviously with Rosa on her mind, she went to the door and answered. I sat in the kitchen amused. I got up and walked to the living room, Sarah was flirting with the two gentlemen. Each man was trying to win her favor and she was flirting with each one equally. She toyed with her hair and looked at whichever one she was talking to, while pointing her feet towards the man she wasn’t. And for those of you who don’t know, if a girl is pointing her feet to you while talking, she’s probably interested, if she’s not, she’s just being friendly. Anyway, where was I?

Oh yes, I remember. So finally the more brazen of the two whispered into her hair, “So how about we ditch John and go have some fun?” or something to the effect as Sarah would tell me later. But John wasn’t letting Sarah get away so easily, and started to fight with the other man, verbally anyway.

But Sarah, as a good little slut she was, wasn’t about to have any men fighting for her attentions, and she announced loudly, “Boys, boys, Boys, Calm Down. There’s plenty of me to go around. It’s been at least two days since my ass has had a decent workout.” And she took one man by his hand, and turned to the other, “And I’m pretty hungry too.” And she took that man by his hand, and she led both men off to my guest bedroom. 

I on the other hand went back to the kitchen, and looked out the window. The van was stilla rock, so I wasn’t goin’a knockin.’ lol And then I heard the bed squeaking. So I poured myself a glass of juice, and then walked to the living room and turned on a DVD. I figured it would be a while before I saw the girls again.

And as I waited for the menu screen to appear, I had a thought, “Sluts and whores are soo much fun.” Don’t you agree?

Til next time!

-Mistress Dyvia
(mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com)