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Hey girls!  Its August 31st, 2019 and I have been rushing to get my third story this month up.  Last week had my longest short story ever posted on FM at over 10k words… (Mistress D v. The Wannabees… Yesterday I posted an X-change story to reddit and my own site, and today… we have this story.  Many of you know I am now doing a patreon which officially kicks off tomorrow, but once that starts, I will be giving those first views. Good news, I have enough material for Patreon to keep that up into next year…. Bad news is it will trickle down here,  at least for a little while. :) In October you will see part 1 of ‘Mistaken Identity,’ make its way to Fictionmania… but this is taking up more time than I intended… So let’s move on…

As Always.  We have rules for those subs who are unclaimed… nd want to feel owned for a little while…

Rule #1: You belong to me, and to do so Get your cock or clit nice and plump for me, and write, ‘Mistress Dyvia’s’ across it…
Rule #2: Lipstick, you know me, I love lipstick on my pets.  Put a nice coat on if you have it. Apply extra thick, I want you to feel it every time you press your lips together, my pet…
Rule #3: I use ellipses a lot… I do… really…  with that in mind… every time you see it… I want you to pinch one of your nipples and say, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s mind-fucked slut.’’  try it… good girl… good girl again.
Rule#4: Do not cum until you finish the last instructions at the bottom.

Enjoy girls!  I had fun writing it!

MIstress Dyvia Presents:

The Auction

 

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20 minutes ago…

 

“Good evening and as always I want to extend the warmest regards for each of you attending our event this evening. As with so many of our events, we are very proud that we are presenting the highest quality commodities. They have the highest aesthetic appearance, the greatest training, and of course have a large versatility for your purchasing purposes.... I won't take up too much time going on with this, if you are here, you know what we do... So let us start with our first bid.

 

6 days ago…

 

She walked into the restaurant.  Andrew saw her walking in, and had been there early..  They had a few exchanges on a dating app, and Andrew asked her out.  She agreed. She approached the hostess and told her she was meeting someone; giving Andrew’s name she lead her to the table.  He stood up, offered her a rose, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat down. Plenty of laughter, some good stories and something most people would consider a very promising first date later, they were going out to the parking lot.  

 

A limo pulled up to them.  Andrew seemed confused, she said, “that’s my car hun.”

“Oh?”   he said in a voice that was somewhere between intimidated that the girl made more money than him, and excited that he had interested a woman who was that ‘well off.’  A large man got out, his attire suggested high-end bodyguard. Andrew offered him his hand to shake, “I’m Andrew.’”

She stuck a needle in his ass.  And the guard pulled him into the limo, she stepped inside, and sat down, by the time her seat belt was clicked, Andrew was unconscious.

 

17 minutes ago.

“As you can see we have six wonderfully delicious women ready for your chance to own.  The first girl here is ‘Zoe!’ come on up Zoe show yourself off!” Zoe stood up and waved to everyone,  her blond hair bouncing with every step of her heels, and a smile that showed how much she was looking forward to having a good bet on.  Somehow I doubt that Andrew would have believed himself capable of such enthusiasm this time last week.

“We’ll start the bidding at $50,000…  yes... we have Fifty… do I hear sixty?”  I smile and clap my hand, “Do I hear seventy-five?”
 

5 Days ago.

Billy woke up.  He knew where he was, he had been on a date, and promptly kidnapped by some chick and her guard.  He woke up in a room with five others: Andrew, Charlie, Danny, Eric, and Frank… Each of them told their story, and apparently they all had something in common: A date, and a kidnapping.  They talked for a while, they looked for a way out, and none of them had any luck… after an hour they heard a beep and a hissing sound, and one at a time they all passed out...

 

A woman and a handful of intimidating guards entered… Andrew would later say that was the woman he went on a date with, though the rest of them had been with at least one other person.

“Hello Ladies!”  the woman said to the six men.  “Tonight we begin the process of training you from these useless shells of humanity, into something significantly more profitable.”  Billy thought there would be more to this ‘speech,’ but instead, the guards started herding them to the corner of the room where a hidden door opened and they were lead down a narrow passage.  They were moved to the tops of what looked like human sized test tubes… and each of them were forced into one…  

 

The woman spoke again, “You are each about to have a chemical bath in something that will make you physically more appealing to our clients.  It may look and feel like male semen.. And taste like it, but don’t worry it’s not. Semen will not do the things to your bodies that this stuff will do.”

There was a look of panic in everyone’s face that Billy could see.. Well at least in the five men that he came in with.   He was sure it was on his face as well.

But then she spoke again, “You might drown, but I doubt you will.  You may even think you will, but I truly believe your faith in that silly belief that you are going to be rescued or even just that survival instinct will get you to comply..  But you see this…” She held up a device, “one will be lowered to your head level…” it looked like a hard penis. “ You see this red ring?” she asked pointing to a red ring around the base, “ form an airtight seal on it with your lips, and just slide it up and down the length of the shaft, and it will pump air into your mouths…”

They all seemed to blanch at the idea of effectively blowing a metal penis to breathe.  In fact a couple said they would rather drown. But she simply replied with, ‘That’s your choice darlings!”  and she said it with such a sing song way, that she clearly did not believe any of them would drown.

She snapped her fingers, and the top of the ‘test tubes’ sealed, and the device, as promised, was lowered.  Billy tried turning around not wanting to face it. And then something splashed on his head, and he reached up and felt it.  It was white, thick and gooey just like semen… he felt the color fading from his face…. “No… nononono…” then the trickle… each of the men were looking at each other…  soon it was pouring on them like a shower...They were all yelling and screaming… as it started to fill, he was ankle deep… then knee deep… hip deep… he was gasping for his breaths, and then trying to jump, but the ‘test tube’ wasn’t big enough to let him get the movement he needed, he couldn’t swim as it was too thick and it was over his head…  He swallowed some.. ‘Ewww’ he vaguely thought he should be thinking, but the truth was he was desperate, he was running out of air… he was going to drown in this shit… no fucking way…

Reluctantly he reached, as the goo had him unable to see.  He felt it… he put his lips around the shaft, and inhaled.. Nothing…  The ring… he felt for it with his hands, and pulled it to the tip, wrapped his lips around it, a little air.  He pushed forward feeling the phallus move to the back of his throat, and as he pulled out, air rushed in and he could breathe… but only one breath…  he did it again… and again...
 

15 minutes ago.

“Sold!” I said as I gestured for Zoe to walk off the stage with one of the guards.  She left with a huge smile waving good-bye to the patrons...

I looked back up, “And I’m not going to make you wait, for our second showing of the night, We have Yvette!”  there was clapping as Yvette strode onto the stage like she owned it. “As you can see she is a bit excited to be here as well, she is a bit of an exhibitionist, she loves her curves, she loves be looking at, and she will make the perfect eye candy for any of you who need company for the holiday party.”  There was laughter in the crowd, as she blew kisses to them.

“We will start the bidding at the customary fifty grand…  Do I hear fifty?” I smiled as the first bid came in, “Sixty?”  and another confirmed bid. I knew much of this was due to the fact there would be only six girls, we found this to be the most profitable, less than this, we did not have the patron turn out… More than this, the bids weren’t as high in the end stage of betting…  “Seventy-five?”


4 Days ago.

 

Charlie’s neck was sore.  So tired, breathing in the goo for what must have been hours was draining on his body.  He had ‘cum in his ears, and nose, he felt it drip into his mouth through his sinuses… this was the worst day of his life.  His medical degree made him acutely aware that they must have been pumping in oxygen and maybe something else. He was euphoric as he breathed, not entirely focused the way he should.  Probably the way airlines pump oxygen into their masks to prevent passengers from panicking if place is experiencing a malfunction…

Then a large metal crunch echoed through the fluid into his ear… it reminded him of a wave machine at a water park’s wave pool…  the fluid started to drain. And then the tubes were adjusted, they were lifting, and he fell flat against the surface, and then he slid out the top and on to the ground as the others clearly had…  They were sprayed with hoses… cold water getting the ‘cum’ off their bodies… and when it finally stopped, they all stared at each other.  

 

Charlie was in as much disbelief as  the others… he looked down at his body… He had breasts… his dick was gone… “What the fuck?”  he said, his voice replaced with something from a wet dream… Each of them touching their new parts… grasping for some hope that this was a delusion...

They were given no time to rationalize what was happening, the guards ushered them down another hallway.  He tried to push back, but found his new feminine body didn’t have the strength it once did, not even close… They arrived in a room with seven reclined chairs.  They were each secured in them unable to move. Visors that were reminiscent of VR helmets were strapped to their heads.

Pictures of women started appearing in front of him… her?  She wasn’t really sure… But the pictures were not lewd or disgusting, but attractive…  Then a noise from the earbuds, sharp penetrating… He didn’t know it, but Charlie’s brain waves were being attacked, and the only defense the brain can create against this sound attack, is to synchronize its alpha, beta and delta waves with the sound… which made it pleasant to hear… it also made him highly suggestible.

And just as the smile formed on Charlie’s face, a feminine voice spoke, “I like being a woman…”

And Charlie’s voice also spoke echoing the words he heard, “I like being a woman…”


12 Minutes ago.

“And Sold to the wonderful woman with the golden hair in row three.”  I waved to her, and so did Yvette.

I gave Yvette a little hug, “Great job sweetie, now go show her just how well trained you are!”

She smiled excitedly, “Yes, Mistress, I can’t wait!”  and she dashed off to the guard to take her to her new owner.

With a snap of my fingers the next girl stepped in, “Alright everyone, let’s calm down, and give a round of applause for Xara!”  and they did, she walked down to the stage as if she were a Paris runway model… except her tits were wayyy too big for that.

“As you can see by the color of her hair, and her ample chest size, we drained all the best stuff from in her head and put it where it really counts!”  I said as I gestured to her breasts. “Tell us Xara, what is two plus two?” The former doctor that was Charlie looked confused, “I don’t understand the question, Mistress.”

I laughed, and the audience did as well, “That’s okay, how about this one, crotch plus crotch equals…?”

She bounced, letting her boobs do the same, she clapped her hands, “Sex!”

“Good girl!”  I petted her head, and then turned to the audience, “we will start the bidding at fifty grand as usual… fifty!  How about- wow, sixty and I didn’t even finish saying the question… Seventy five?”
 

3 days ago.

Danny’s eyes snapped open.  She was in the same chair they had snapped her into earlier, but she was no longer restrained, and the helmet was gone.  The last thing she remembered was a high pitched sound in her ear.. Then nothing… She sat up, her throat seemed dry, the other girls were still asleep. She started rustling them, and they all woke up…

A few minutes later they were all talking about similar experiences, except Frank, he was eyeing them suspiciously.  What was next? There was an excited shriek from Charlie, everyone ran over, she found a hidden closet. Women’s clothes?  Dave scoffed, like she would wear a dress… but then his eyes seemed to glaze over as she saw this pink dress that was clearly made just for her.  The way it made her breasts lift, and then there were those heels… She had to try on the matching heels. And the others seemed to agree with the sentiment.  Even Frank who was nervously accepting it.

A door opened, the crazy woman showed up, “Girls, you look great, I don’t want to be pushy or anything, but would you like to try some makeup on to match your outfits.  There was hesitation, but Danny really thought lipstick would look great with this dress, and why put on lipstick if you weren’t gonna put on some eye makeup… or blush… and you really shouldn’t put that on unless you were going to wear foundation…

The girls followed into the beautician’s room where they would spend hours practicing their looks, and how they walked and moved in the outfits.

By the time they returned to their reclining chairs walking in high heels seemed completely normal to each of them, and not wearing makeup was horrifying, they loved their feminine looks as far as Danny could tell.  They each sat in the chair closest to them, except frank, she was determined to sit in the same chair as before…


9 minutes ago.

‘And another one bites the dust…’ the Queen song echoed in my head as I yelled, “Sold!” into the microphone.  “Thank You Xara, and thank you Mr. S for your contributions to our organization.” Again laughter at the joke as if they were donating to a charitable cause.

“And now we have Willa! Come on Down Willa!” she came down twerking her ass to the hip-hop music playing in the background.  “We made sure she was a perfect little dancer, and as you can see what she is doing with her ass, she won’t make any of her lovers feel under-appreciated.”  There was applause at that as well.

“As per the usual... we start the bidding at fifty grand...:”
 

2 Days ago.

Eric woke up, she was determined she wasn’t going to fall for any of this feminization shit they were throwing at them.  She would stay a man no matter what. She stretched and walked over to the closet and found the most amazing full length red dress she could find.  It lifted her breasts, and made her feel so sexy, once she had the right makeup, she would feel manly again… She loved her heels. She hoped they could spend the day playing with makeup and dresses again…

But that dream went out the window.  The redhead stepped back in. “Girls: time for you new names.”  She looked around… Andrew, you will be Zoe… Billy you are Yvette… Charlie, you will be Xara… Danny, You will be Willa… Eric, You will be Vera…

Vera?  It wasn’t really a bad name.  Actually it fit her really well.  So much better than… there was a momentary pause, what did she call herself before?  It had to be something masculine… Her name was Vera… yeah.. Wasn’t that always her name?  She couldn’t remember being called anything else… the six of them had been here for a few days.   They were all pretty women all along, just not acting feminine enough, so hey volunteered to come here and train to be better women…  right? Yeah… She looked around, Zoe, Yvette, Xara, Willa, and Uliana. That was always their name’s right?

Then the woman spoke again, “Today we are going to separate you for special training.”

Vera entered a room, it was a small cubicle, the phone rang.  She picked it up, “hello?”

“Your special training is dirty talk… and you are going to talk dirty to me, and I had better believe you are doing to yourself what you tell me you are…”

Vera giggled as she moved a finger down, and lifted her dress rubbing a finger across her clit and telling the voice on the other line exactly what she was doing to herself in explicit detail.


6 minutes ago…

“And Sold, We will miss you Willa, but do make your new owner happy!” 

She giggled and waved back at me then the audience, “Don’t worry Mistress, I will!”

I snapped my fingers a door opened and there came Vera, the sluttiest girl yet. Her clothing left little to the imagination of our audience as her dress looked less like a dress and more like the leftovers of the fabric that made a dress.  It barely covered anything..

“Vera has been specialized in dirty talking and masturbation, but trust me when I say she knows how to handle the rest of you as well.  Vera would you like to add anything?”

She smiled, “I wish there were enough hours in the day to take this whole room like a train...I want to wrap my lips-”  

 

I took the microphone away and she looked disappointed, “Let’s let that sentence dangle in the air and let the winning bid hear the rest of that!”  I laughed, and so did the audience…

I’m sure it wasn’t shocking that I started the bid here at, “Fifty Grand?”


Yesterday…

‘Uliana’ woke up.  Goddamn helmet. For hours for the last few days that thing whispered into her head.  It wasn’t working, in fact, she kept hearing a repeating feed over the words, “ABD wave generator failed, please seek technician to repair…’ mixed with this, ‘I want to be a woman’ garbage.  Or ‘I want to be a sex doll garbage.’ and most recently ‘I want to be the perfect pleasure pet?’

But Frank was faking it.  She didn’t know what the end game was for these people, but she hoped that she could fake it long enough. Hopefully, she would have the chance at freedom.  Expose them all to what was really happening, get herself free, and who knew, maybe she would save her new friends?

She stood up, and pretended to be excited about the clothes and makeup like the others.  She did her part, but felt no joy like the others clearly did… If they could have seen themeslves like this a few days ago when they woke up the first time still as men…  it made her shudder.

Crazy bitch walked in, the others seemed to be warming up to her, so ‘Uliana’ pretended to as well…  She spoke, “You girls are going to sleep with your first partner today isn’t that great?”

The girls jumped with excitement, Uliana jumped a little late and squealed like the rest, she had to get out of here.  She had to get the fuck out of there.

Crazy Bitch spoke, “You are going to be lead to the pleasure hall, where you will go into different rooms… Zoe, you’ll be in room 101 with Gerry!  Yvette, you’ll be in room 102 with Hank, Xara, room 103 with Idris. Willa, you will be in room 104 with James… Vera room 105 with Kevin, and be sure to show him your twerking skills!”  she giggled, “And, Uliana… you’ll be in room 106 with Lou.”

No fucking way Frank thought to himself.  ‘He’ couldn’t pretend to be this ‘Uliana’ much longer, and if Lou was s scary as he sounded, she wouldn’t be able to knock him out to escape, and if she didn’t just fuck or suck him, she might be revealed to still be Frank… at least mentally and who knows what they would do at that point… Best case scenario… they just do the training over again with functional equipment…  Worst case? She didn’t even want to think about it...

A guard led him to room 106. 

She entered cautiously, “Lou?” she asked as she heard the echoes of her heels on the marble floor. 

And then a sexy female sound came from the corner, “I prefer, Lucy.”  relief flowed over Frank, she might be able to fake this for one more day after all.  Lucy continued, “Let’s see what you can do in bed, Sugar…” She opened her legs, and Frank stepped closer to the most inviting vagina he had ever seen.
 

3 Minutes ago.
 

“And sold!  Good Bye Vera!  I will miss your encouraging words!”

She smiled as she happily skipped over to the guard to be lead to her new owner.

“And now for the last girl of the evening…”  I snapped my fingers, the door opened and Uliana came down with a sexy and confident walk.  “This is Uliana… and as always, we saved the best for last!”

She bowed to the audience.

“Now this is the girl you have all been waiting for.”  She did a little twirl for them to see, “We had some special training for her, as you can see her makeup is flawless, as is her stride, she learned these in her first coupld days just like the other girls… but unlike the other girls, Uliana…  was not given any special conditioning.. In fact, she was led to believe we fucked up and she’s been faking it ever since hoping one of you would be lax in security to help her escape.”

There was a look of horror in her face.  “So this is the best girl, whoever wins the auction for Uliana can give her whatever programming they want.  In four days, she will be the perfect woman in your eyes.”

Uliana tried to run off stage, but a guard grabbed her and brought her right back up, “You can’t do this!  What is wrong with you people?” she kept yelling in a similar vein, but most couldn’t hear her over the audience laughter and applause… And sadly, she realized... her protests may have been encouraging these people.

Finally, “We will start the final bidding at one million dollars…”

 

Now…

Uliana is dragged out to a hallway where she is met by the crazy bitch and a man in a very expensive looking suit.  Crazy bitch looks at him, “Mr. Long, this is Uliana.”

“A pleasure to meet you.”

Uliana spits at him, and he pauses before laughing....

Crazy bitch asks, “And what exactly would you like done?”

He speaks to the crazy bitch, but looks at Uliana, “I don’t want to change much, just make her docile, always waiting for the opportunity to escape, but never having the courage to take it.  As for desires… Leave them as they are, but I want a trigger to make her do the things she will hate doing. I want to look in her eyes and see the horror and disgust every time she sucks my cock, or bends over the kitchen table…  or fucks one of my poker buddies... “

Crazy bitch laughs, “very doable… Pick her up in four days?””

He nods, “Absolutely.”  he gently runs the back of his knuckles down Uliana’s cheek, “I can hardly wait for you to taste me.”  then back to the crazy bitch, “Thanks Dyvia. See you in a few days.”

And then the crazy bitch, ‘Dyvia,’ looks at Uliana, “Come along pet, we have to really break you now…”
 

The End.

 

Oh no… No no no no…  its not time to cum yet. You have to write first. Write your mistress her email, or write  a review if its at Fictionmania. Here are some suggestions if you are not sure how to start...

So questions I have for you which would also go great for the review if you’ll be so kind:
A) Initial thoughts and opinions on the story...
B) How was the pacing?
C)  How predictable was this?
D) Which girl was your favorite (excluding the crazy bitch, ‘Dyvia’ of course)
E) Do you want to know which dating app I used to find my victims?  (to stay away from of course, lol)
F) How likely are you to read another Mistress Dyvia story?

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Love you all. And I can barely contain the excitement of our next visit together,

And of course, Kisses!
-Mistress D

PS:  Donald Trump sucks, for the one girl who wrote me that I should keep my politics out of my stories… because of my opinion that children should not be in cages… which in her opinion is better than the conditions we keep our own children in…  wow… so will I keep politics out of my stories? “No.” >)