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Hello to all my sweethearts out there, it has been a while, and I've missed so many of you.  But here I am with a long awaited story.  Well I'm sure you've been waiting for me for a long time.  But before we begin, what are the rules?  Well for some of you, there are none, for the subs and slaves reading...

Rule #1  You belong To Mistress Dyvia, go ahead and say it, “I belong to Mistress Dyvia.” if you didn't just say it aloud, give your balls a tight squeeze for me and try again.

Rule #2 Get some nail polish and paint those nails, your toes too. 

Rule# 3 I want you in high heels, and cross your legs, and every time Kayla speaks, uncross your legs, and recross them with the other leg on top, and with your most feminine voice possible, say her words.

Rule #4 When you are done reading,  You will either email me, or post a comment on the story.  I want opinions, good bad or just an overall criticism.  When you do that, you are free, if you do not, you're still mine, only just a bit more disappointing,

And now, Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mistress Dyvia's Mirrored Room.

synopsis: Kayla is trapped in a small room surrounded by mirrors as Mistress alters her mind and body over the course of four days.

Day 4

So there she was covered from head to toe in pink Latex.   I'm not going to waste my time telling you about the morning again, it was the same as the previous two.  Breakfast, injections, getting dressed, blah blah blah..  Anyway, as she had been for the past few days, she was in a small room with a single chair.  Not very comfortable, I imagine the pillows on the floor were more comfortable to sit on.  Her wrists are handcuffed behind her back, but she is not being forced to sit on the chair.

Her outfit.  Well it was explicit.  Just the way I wanted her, and she put it on completely herself just hours earlier, as she had sat in that seat when told, the programming was having its effect on her.  As I said it was pink latex.  A simple bra, okay not so simple, it was cute, pink and pushed up on her breasts giving her a fuller figure.  She had a cute pair of latex pink panties on, that covered her pubic area quite well.  On top of that, a pink latex cat suit, it extended from her wrists to her to her neck, and had a turtle neck quality about it.  She had a nice little corset, once again pink, and it gave her a superbly feminine hour glass figure, and undeniably showed off  her large D cups...  Most of my girlfriends would be jealous over her shape.  Her fingernails were finely manicured, and her nails nearly half an inch long, painted hot pink, but those could not be seen over her  opera-length pink latex gloves.  She wore thigh-high high heels, five inches long, and once more pink.  She was like a little femme-doll.  And lastly her head, clad in a little pink latex mask where only her eyes and lips were visible and her blond hair flowed out the top as a pony tail.  Her lips are outlined with a dark pink color bordering on violet, while her lips are filled with a shimmery hot pink.  Her eyes, pink eyeshadow, with a pink mascara, and that wasn't easy to find, okay maybe not that hard to find, but it makes me sound busier when I say it was hard to find, right?

She looks around herself, all she can see is the cushioned floor, and the reflection of herself.  She squirms a little.  Then she looks at herself again, and moans a little.

I turn on the intercom.  “Hello Kayla, are you comfy?”

She smiles, as she shakes her head, “No Mistress.”

“Is it because you can't touch yourself?”

She nods her head, “Yes Mistress I am so horny right now.  And I can't even touch myself with these handcuffs.”

I nod my head, she cant see it, but I do anyway, almost like I would during a telephone call.  “Stand up Kayla.”

She lets out a groan.

“Are you questioning me?”

Her head perks up, “Never Mistress, you know what is best for me.”  And she sits herself up straight.  She leans back into the chair for leverage.  Not just bending and standing up, but struggling to lift herself up off the chair... Off the phallus that was built right into it.

“Good girl kayla!”

“Thank You Mistress.”

“You are welcome, Now are you hungry?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Are you horny?”

“Very Much so Mistress.”

“Which hunger would you rather satisfy? Food or cock?”

“Mmmm mistress that is hard to answer, but I'll go with some cock for now.”

“Are you sure?  I remember just yesterday you said that you would never touch a real cock with your lips willingly.”

“I didn't say that Mistress, you know I love cock!” the tone of her voice shows embarrassment as if she wishes she could make that moment disappear,

“Yes you did say that, but it doesn't really matter, I'll send someone in.”

“Thank You Mistress!  You're the best.”  I turn off the intercom and let a man I had called have the green light to go in.  I watch for a moment as he enters and Kayla instinctively drops to her knees.  The way her hands are tied, she can't exactly undo his belt and zipper, he doesn't seem to have a problem helping her.

I turn away from the observation window for a moment, and pick up my cell phone. 

“Vhat izz eet?”

“Is the line secure?”

“Yayss”

“I have more merchandise for you?”

“Tru-Lee Dee-vee-uh?”

“Truly, Did I ever tell you how I like the way you pronounce my name?  Most people, myself included, just say 'Div-ee-ah,'  but I love how you make my name sound so devious.”

“Vell... layts not praytaynd like you are anyting dif-fer-aynt.”

“Let's not.”

His voice changed slight, the accent fading drastically, “The same place?”

“Yeah.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I could do that, though I think three more days if you really want quality along with your value.”

“Saturday, midnight.”

“Saturday night, Midnight,” I confirmed.

I turned and looked at Kayla.  Guess he rushed through play time, as she was alone again, and busy lapping the excess semen off the pillows below her.

Day 1

       'Tom' woke up tied to a chair in small mirrored room.  The mirrored  room wasn't very big at all.  In truth, the room was built inside a room, and the glass was actually a few inches thick like bulletproof glass.  Of course this was a 2-way glass like they have in police stations, which basically meant as long as the lights were out in the observation room, all she would see is the reflection of herself.  The floor was covered in fluffy little velvet covered pillows.

       He started to come around.    I wonder what hit him first?  The fact that he was shackled to the chair?  Maybe it was that he was naked?  Maybe that his body was entirely hairless?  the ball gag in his mouth?  Or that butt plug strapped inside his ass, and attached to a strange metallic cock ring?  Either way, I'm sure he was aware of all of the above in about ten seconds or less.  At least guessing by the way he was squirming and wiggling around in that chair, I'm pretty sure, he knew all of the above.  And of course seeing his own reflection in the mirror in front of him, or above him, or anywhere else around him.

I turned on the intercom, “Hello Tom.”

He started grunting and spiting through the sides of his gag, as he he wildly pulled at the chair.  I laughed.  And he intensified his struggle.

“If you ever want to leave that room, you are going to do everything I tell you, and believe me, staying in there indefinitely is not an option.  If you understand, nod your head.”

More muffled screaming, and thrashing about.  I press a button on my laptop, and the man writhes in pain. 

“Just so we are clear, that thing in your ass, is not only intended to dilate your ass, so we can put larger and larger things in it, but it is also attached to your genitals, and with the press of a button, I can send lots of pain though you.   So you will comply, or you will be in pain.  Now do you understand what I told you?”

Tom nodded his head.

I pressed a button.  And the shackles undid themselves.  And he reached for that gag, and found to his surprise, that there was a lock holding it in place, and it was too tight to his mouth, for him to work it away from his jaw.  He immediately ran at the glass, but it didn't break, shatter, spiderweb, or even scratch.  He kicked at it; the same thing.  Then he collapsed in pain, as his cock is zapped.

“As I was about to say, under your chair you will see a white box, open it, you will see an outfit so I don't have to see your penis constantly.  Underwear, clothes, shoes, put them all on.”  It wasn't the most feminine outfit I've ever given a girl, but it was undeniably girly.  It was a simple blue dress,  With a v-neck and the hem went down to her knees.  The underwear were simple granny panties, a gaff (yeah, I know, but putting them on is extra humiliating) with written instructions as well as  a bra with 'A' cups.  I know he wasn't about to fill them out already, but that wasn't too far away.

I was transfixed watching how my soon-to-be little bitch took out the blue dress first.  Holding it by the straps he looked at it in disbelief.  Then his awe turned to anger and range as he threw it on the ground.  And started smashing at the glass as if his arms were hammers.  I put the zapper on again and he crumbled to the floor.  He'd learn.

I turned on the intercom once more, “I'm going to go do.. I dunno; sumthin'.  I'll be back sooner or later, and if you are dressed, I'll stop the zapper until the next time you decide to be a disobedient little bitch.”

I left the room.  I made myself a half-sandwich and went online. I updated a few of my posts on LiL, read a few of my fave topics, currently engrossed in the Monica/Katie tea party, and I really want to see how Katie and Patti react to one another, especially now that Patti just walked in on Katie.  Seriously, this is more addicting and has much better hook than any soap EVER.  Oh well enough time spent on that.

I returned, I'm not sure exactly how much time had passed, but I'm guessing it was a half-hour, maybe forty-five minutes.  I went back to my little bitch.  Oh cute, I already had a pet name.  Hehehe.  Well I digress.  I returned to my little bitch, and he was dressed in a nice little dress, presumably his underwear, and he even had those cute little high heels on.  I turned off the zapper.

“Stand up, and lift your skirt, I want to see your panties.”  His face was red almost instantly.  But he stood up.  His hands shook as he watched himself in one of the mirrors grab the hem of his skirt, and lift it up high enough to reveal his girly panties.  “Thank You Tom.”  I paused for a moment for the redness to fade from his face,    “Now sit down, put your hands and feet in the proper places on the chair, so that I can lock you in.”

You know what I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble calling him, 'him' anymore.  From now on, let's just stick with 'she', okay?  Thanks.

There was a bit of muffling, but the middle finger aimed at the speaker was clear enough.  I started to move my finger back to the zapper, but she moved her arms and legs into the spot anyway.  She was being obedient, she was just being clear she didn't like it, well that's fine by me, for now.  I clicked the button for the shackles and they came to life, pinning her wrists to the armrests and her ankles to the legs of the chair.

She had a look of amazement when one of the mirrors pulled back and slid open.  I entered.  His eyes were on me, unsure if she wanted to fuck me, or kill me.  Probably both.  But just a tip for you wannabe dominatrices out there, you don't have to fully do yourself up in fetish wear to pull off the domme look.  Dark colors, a corset, and high heels will do it every time.  The corset doesn't even have to be tight.

I approached her, then walked behind her.  I slid part of the chair's seat off the chair exposing her ass. I reached behind her, and used a key to unlock the strap holding her butt plug in place.  I unattached it from her cockring, and pulled it out of her ass.  I walked around her, and held it up so she could see the ¾ of an inch girth it had and the three inches deep it went in.  I dropped it on her lap.  And left the room, returning seconds later with a new one, about half inch more girth and a full-inch more in depth. Her cheeks bubbled out with each breath.  “Try not to hyperventilate dear.   But I was zapping you for a long time-”  I start to Dribble some lube on it and work it in, “-and it was either replace the battery, or go to your next size before the shock lost its effect.  Well I guess you know to expect a bigger size again if you make me shock you too much more.”  I forced it into her ass, she resisted “It just hurts more when you fight it.”  But with the amount of lube I used, and the pressure I used, there was no stopping it.  I connected it to her cockring.  Finally I used the harness to make sure her butt plug wasn't coming out, and I locked it in place. 

I used the same key to undo her ball gag.  I took it out of her mouth, “Hold on, don't talk too fast, let your jaw muscles tighten, or loosen, or whatever then talk.”

She stretched her jaw for a minute. “Listen-”

“No.  I'm the one in charge here, you will listen, you do not speak unless spoken to.  And just so we are clear, 'Tom' is gone.  From now on you are Kayla.  Got it?  Say it.”

“My name is Tom!”

I grabbed a remote and pressed the button activate a new pain cycle on her cock.  This one just a little more fierce than the previous ones, just because it was a new butt-plug, and used a higher voltage.  “At the rate your going, I don't think you'll have any of your male equipment left by the end of the weekend.”  I turned around, “See you in an hour.” I started walking to the exit.

“Kayla!”

I stopped at the door and turned back, “What was that?”

“My name is Kayla”  She started sobbing when I turn off the zapper.   I stepped closer and he looked at me through teary eyes.  “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Why were you riding my ass on the highway?”

He looked at me incredulously, “I... I... I don't know.”

I snickered at him, “Good enough for me, I'll go with the same answer.  'I don't know.'”

He didn't really seem to enjoy my answer nearly as much as I did.  “Please.”

“Quit whining Kayla, its unbecoming.”  Somehow that just sounded perfect to me, though it was almost a parental scolding.  “I'll be back in one minute.”  I left the room, and returned as promised with a nice little syringe.  Though to her it probably looked more like a turkey baster with a needle at the end.  I stepped in close, pulled her dress down just a bit, and her bra with it, exposing her nipples. I pinched and played with them for a few second to get them nice and hard.  I pinched one nipple hard and brought the needle to it. 

“What are you doing?”

“Shush, don't make me gag you again.”  I started to press in the contents of the needle, and her chest started to expand into a small breast.  As I pulled the needle out of her nipple I pulled her bra back over her breast, a perfect A-cup fit.  I smiled. 

“What the fuck?!” She screamed wide eyed and voice stricken with panic.

“I said Shush, One more outburst like that and I swear to god I'll be gagging you with penis gag instead of a ball gag, and I promise you that it will be tickling the back of your throat while you try to sleep tonight.”  Her voice vanished. And I 'inflated' her other breast. I pulled up her bra and straightened out her chest, “Much better.” She on the other hand was at a loss for words, or was just too scared of that penis gag.

I took her old butt plug out with em, and left the room again.  I came back with a little cart.  The first thing I took off the cart was a little tube set, and forced them up her nose, she struggled  “Wait what?!” you know the usual boring complaints, I guess she had forgot about that penis gag for a moment, but it was up her nose, and down her throat in no time, and with no hands or feet free, there really was no stopping me.    I forced her head back, and started forcing a pink 'sludge' down her throat, it hardens relatively quickly.

“If you don't want me to permanently injure you, I'd keep very still.  I took a drill-like apparatus and start chiseling away at the hardened gel in her throat.  Well to say it was hard, isn't exactly right, it is almost somewhere between latex and jello once hardened.  And once treated with another chemical, takes a very 'wet-flesh' property to it.  I started shaping the inside of her throat with it.  Until her air tube was free.  Then I did a little fine tuning.  And I was convinced it was done, So I made her drink the treatment.  It couldn't harm her stomach or anything, but it did force the gel to become more flesh like.    Finally I dropped my instruments back on the tray and pulled the breathing tube out of her nose, “Now, what is your name again?”  

“...Kayla.”  Her eyes instantly widened as she heard her very own feminine voice.  Kinda sounded a bit on the bimbo side, but some people like that.

“Good Kayla.  By the way, you can call me Mistress.”  I cupped her breasts and squeezed them, I imagine it  was both unusual and uncomfortable for her.  But it did send home the concept that she is becoming a woman, whether she wants to or not. 

I wheeled the cart out of her room, and return with a little white box.  It probably would look something like a tackle box to a hillbilly like she was.  “There is some make up in here.  I also downloaded some tips on how to apply, the pages were printed out and inside, there is also facial cleanser and a few face cloths.  Practice.  I'll be in and out for the next couple hours.  You will either practice your makeup skills for that time, or you will practice walking in heels.  Oh and if you do practice walking, I highly recommend, moving the pillows to the center of the room, so you don't sprain an ankle or anything.  If I come down here and you aren't doing one or the other, your cock will be electrocuted for ten minutes.  Are we clear?”

“Yeah.”

“What was that, Kayla?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Better.”  I sealed the door behind me, leaving her in her mirrored room, her mirrored prison once more.  I pressed a button and her arms and legs were free again.  She got up and looked around, finally moving back to makeup box. She opened it up, and started reading the papers.

I checked my LiL again.  Some topics updated, I responded, checked some of the other threads I enjoyed reading, boo! no updates.

I checked back up on Kayla, and found her sitting in the corner of her mirrored room, trying to apply lip liner.  Not very well.  But the blue theme carried well, even with the blue lipstick.   I sat and watched her for a few minutes.  I wonder how she would feel if she knew I was just inches away from her on the other side of the glass?  I can imagine.

About four or five hours into putting on makeup and immediately stripping it off, she seemed to finally be getting it, and the walking too, though she's still a bit clumsy with that.

“Time to put your toys away darling.”  I called through the speaker.  She started to wipe her make up off, and put her makeup back in the kit.  “Good girl.  Now back in the chair, I'm locking you in again.”

She hesitated, but obviously through some sort of fear, she moved herself back, I'm pretty sure I saw a tear running down her cheek.   And since when am I without any empathy?  Seriously, I'm pretty sure I'm not a sociopath.  Once she was locked in I entered again.  “I brought a friend this time, her name is Tasha, and she's going to help you with your hair.”

A blond woman walked in behind me, Kayla's eyes briefly lit up with hope, but that quickly faded as she realized that Tasha is not here to help her in any capacity.

Tasha started playing with her hair, “Oh come on, her hair is so nasty.”

I laughed, “why do you think I called you?  I figured you could wash it, shampoo it, use like five bottles of conditioner, add extensions, dye it blond, and style her hair.”

“Yeah I can do that, but you're going to make sure she takes care of her hair after this right?”

“Of course.”

And she finally whimpers out, “Please Miss, she's crazy.  I just wanna go.  I won't tell the cops or anything.”

Tasha looks  at me, “Did you really kidnap this girl against her will?”

“I'm not a girl, I'm a guy!”

She look at me, “No way, did you kidnap her and make her look like a girl?”

He looks at me terrified that I might lie.  I don't.  “Yeah, I did.”

He looked back at her, “Well okay, just wanted to know.”  And the two of us start giggling at her in unison.

“Do you need anything?”

She shook her head, “No, go amuse yourself while I work my magic.”

I nod my head, “Alright hun, yell if you need me.”  And with that I went about doing a little cleaning around the house, and eventually settled on watching TV.

Tasha came up some time later, “She looks fabulous now!  I even gave her a few tips on how to do her makeup.” 

“You didn't have to do that.” 

“Yeah, but with you being so tough on her, I thought she might listen to a kinder word from me.”  She giggled a bit.

I smiled widely, “Well thank you anyway, I appreciate you making my training regiment on her easier, and hence easier on me.”

“Sure Dyv!” 

“Do you wanna stick around for a little while?”

“No I really gotta get back, you know how impatient Roger can be.”

I giggle, “I can fix that.”

Her eyes widen with amused shock, “Don't you dare” She giggled too, “I like him just the way he is.”

“For now.”

She still holds her almost laugh, “For now.”

I opened my arms and she did the same, and we gave each other a small little hug.  And I gently said, “Nighty night, thanks again!”

“Buh-bye, See you later alligator!”

“In a  while crocodile!”

Once she drove out of the driveway, I turned back to the stairs went down into the observation room.  And in the middle of the dark room was Kayla's illuminated cell.  She seemed to shake her head a little bit as she watched herself in the mirror she was confused.

I grabbed a little duffel bag as I approached her cell, err room.  I opened the door to her mirrored room, and entered.  I put the bag on the floor.

“How long are you going to keep me?”  Her squeaky voice asked.

“You're Hair looks lovely.”  I said as if I hadn't heard her question, but then I decided to answer anyway.  “I don't know yet, probably a week, give or take a few days.”

“Then what?”

“Well that depends on whether or not I think I can get a good price for you.”

She looked really concerned at that point, understandably.  “What's in the bag?”

“Not so many questions, you are to be seen not heard.”  I cracked a smile at that.  “But something to help you sleep.”

As I took it out of the bag, I strapped a black box to the back of her chair.  Next I pulled out a little helmet with a visor, and placed it over her head.  I attached it to the black box with a wire.  I went back to my bag and pulled out a bottle of a clear liquid and attached it to the helmet.  Squatting down behind Kayla, I opened up the black box's panel, and there is a little LCD touch screen.  I press a few buttons, until I have the program, 'Femme Obsession' ready, then I set it for 14 hours.  And then pressed 'initiate.'

I heard the little hiss of the drug that mists in her face, putting her into a more suggestive state.  Well at least it will within a few minutes of inhaling it. 

“Good night Kayla, see you in the morning.”  And with that , I shut the door to her cell, and when along with my evening.

Day 3

It was later  in the morning than I anticipated.  I enjoy what I do, and usually the anticipation of the next step will wake me early.  That didn't happen on this particular morning, I remember worrying about whether or not I was starting to get too used to doing this to the 'girls,' or if I was just having a nice dream.

I went down the stairs opened up her mirrored room, and took off the brainwashing equipment.  I may as well start referring it to what it is.  Of course it would be some time before her senses would be aware, as the drug left her anything but aware of her surroundings.

I went back up the stairs and showered.  I did my make up and dressed myself up.   For an outfit I wore black slacks and they were well-ironed.  And I wore stilettos, and the cuffs of my slacks came right down to about an inch over my heels.  I also wore a black leather corset, and a thin black blouse, that I did not button up.  Not the most dominatrix outfit I've ever worn, but it'd give an authoritative look to it

By the time I was done, I was hoping that she would be awake.  I went down the stairs and saw that she was.  Once again her cock was hard, and she seemed to be fighting against her restraints.  I cracked a smile.  I quickly double checked that I had everything; her makeup, clothes, and breast enlargement kit.  I did.  I opened up the door to her mirrored room.  “Hello Pet.”

“Hello Mistress.”  Good.

I moved up to her silently, I started teasing her breasts, eliciting a moan from her.  I waited 'til her nipples were nice and perky before I said,  “I want to give you an injection to make your breasts larger again.  But I'm afraid you are going to have to ask for it.”

Her face grimaced for a moment, she didn't want them, well she did, but she knew that it was the programming, and that her old self wouldn't want them.  The obedience programming was having its effect.  She paused and finally, “Please Mistress, could you please give me the injection to my breasts to make them larger?”

I giggled in delight as I returned to my work cart and took the needle out.  “Of course I will Kayla!”  As I had the mornings before, I pressed the tip of the needle into her nipples and unloaded half of the needle into each breast, expanding them an additional cup size, she was now a C-cup, though her skin was stretched tightly over her breasts at this point, I'm sure she could handle one more injection tomorrow  morning.

“Better Pet?”

“Yes Mistress, Thank You.”

I smiled, “you're welcome!  I'm so glad to see that you are adapting so well to your new life.”

She seemed to blush a little at that.

And like the day before I spent some time feeding and cleaning her, and soon had her back in her little mirrored room.

This time I was going to let her dress herself, today's theme color was red.  She had the garter belt and stocking, the stockings were sheer.  She had a thong that hid well once her gaff was in place.  C-cup push up bra gave her a nice cleavage.  I also had her wearing a red cocktail dress with a nice little slit that showed off her legs.  I'm sure her cock was struggling to free itself of the cage that was her gaff.

Her eyeshadow was a red as well, with a deep dark burgundy eyeliner and lip liner, and a fire engine red lipstick that matched her dress and high heels.

The time comes and its time to see how good she is, to test her obedience.  I smile at her, "Are you a good girl, Kayla?"

She nods her head, "Yes Mistress."

So far so good, "Are you a bad girl, Kayla?"

"Only when you want me to be mistress."

"Why?"

"Because If I'm being a bad girl because you want me to be, then I'm your good girl."  Yup she was coming along well.

"Tell me that you are a slut."

"I am a slut."

"Tell me that you're a bitch in heat."

"I'm a bitch in heat."

"With soaken' wet panties because you masturbate your pussy constantly."

"I'm a bitch in heat with wet panties because I masturbate my pussy constantly."

I use my hand to tell her to tone it down, "and you don't even no how to say no, because you love tasting cum."

"And I don't even know how to say no, because I love tasting cum so much."

Alright, that one wasn't quite verbatim, but it was good.  "That's right Kayla, and it makes me happy that you admit to it so freely.  Now let's see if you mean it, and I truly hope you do."

I hand her a clothes pin.  "Your nipples are sensitive thanks to the treatments, not only do they feel pleasure more intensely, but pain as well.  Put the clothespin on your nipples, and thank me."

Her hand shook as she took the clothespin from my hand.  "Y-Y-Yes M-M-Mistress."  And she took it and brought it close to her breast, and played with her nipple until it was fully erect.  Then she slowly opened the clothespin, and brought it to her nipple, slowly letting it go, letting out a small sigh and winced the more she let it go, and then a gasp as she fully let it go.  "Thank You Mistress."

"You are so very welcome, now its not required, though I would like it, Do you want another for your other nipple?"

Her face seemed to lose a little color.  She did not want it, but the obedience training was contradicting herself, she did not know how to answer.  Her hand slowly moved out to mine, "Yes Mistress, I would like that very much."  And much like last time she put it on, though this time their was no gasp at the end.

"Very Good slut."  I removed a dildo that was shaped and colored very much like a large penis, and I said, "Open your mouth."  She nodded her head and opened wide as I slid it between her lips.  “That should be enough for now.”

Now that her 'Obedience testing' had proved to be successful, it was time to move onto  something a little more humiliating to her.  I had her stand up, and as I opened the door to her room, I told her to remain perfectly still.  I'm not sure if she wanted still run or not, but her programming made her stay there as I took the chair out of her room and replaced it with a chair that had a giant cock built right into it.  Her eyes were fixed on the door as I closed it.

“Kayla come here and bend over.”  I paused and saw he conflicted look on her face, “Yes, you may remove the dildo from your mouth,”

And she did, then she answered my question, “Yes Mistress” she said to me as she came closer to me, and then bent over, I pulled her skirt up, and removed the dildo in her ass and her cock ring, then put her gaff and panties back in place.  I smirked as her ass stayed dilated.

“Have a seat in your new chair Kayla.”

“Yes Mistress.” She said as she approached the chair.  she looked at he giant cock-shaped toy protruding massively from the chair.  She didn't move, she was transfixed by it.

“Now.”

  “Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.” She said as she turned around and lifted up her dress, and slid the straps of her gaff and panties out of place, and positioned herself over the cock,”  She hesitated for the briefest moment, but that was just enough for me to stand up and move closer to her and push down on her upper legs forcing her to impale herself  on the cock.  Well mostly impaled, she had to wiggle her way down the rest of the way.  “Sorry Mistress.”

“Just move quicker when I tell you to do something.” 

“Yes Mistress, I will try not to fail you again.”

“Good, the last thing I need you to do is hesitate, especially if you were in front of a real cock.

“Mistress?”

“What is it Kayla?”

“I can't suck a real cock.”

I looked at her a little  perplexed, she should have been  completely willing to do anything, “You will when its time.”

“No, I won't mistress.  Never willingly,”

“Pipe down.  Yesterday you probably would have said there's no way you would have impaled yourself on a cock-shaped toy, you just did.  Look at how much I have fundamentally altered you in the past few days alone. You shouldn't think that there is anything I can't make you want to do.  And as soon as i make you want to suck a cock, that is the moment you will when I tell you to.”

“But Mist-”

“Shush, just say 'yes mistress' and let's move on conversationally..”

She lowered her head in defeat, “Yes Mistress...”

I pat her on the head as if to say 'Good girl.' though the words never come.  “Now I have things more entertaining than yourself to attend to.  However I want you to get used to acting like a slut.”  From my  purse, i have a dildo with a handle attachment on it.  “I expect you to ram this thing down your throat as quickly as you fuck your dick with your other hand.  And on top of that, at the same pace, I expect you to be fucking your chair, up an down, at the same pace.  Give it a try.”

She immediately said, “yes Mistress” but the look of shock was clear on her face, a her hand shook as it reached for the phallic toy.  She lifted her dress even more and moved her panties to the side, freeing her cock.  She started rubbing it, and it got hard relatively quickly.

“Now, all three at the same time and pace.”

“Yes Mistress” she said again, Pulling the phallus to her painted lips.  It was clumsy at first.  She had lifted herself up, but she had to find a position for her legs so she could get the proper leverage,  All at once she lowered herself down, moved her hand from the head of her penis to her balls,, and slid the dildo as far down her throat as she could get it.

“Now back Kayla-slut.”

“mmhmm”  she mumbled as she lifted herself off the chair, pulled her fist from her balls, and brought the head of her toy back to her lips.

“Good girl.” I said as I stood behind her, :I'll help for a moment.”  I grabbed her waist and helped pull her up, and she swallowed the toy again, as her hand went down.  She was heavier than I was ready for, but she still helped.  Then i thrust her down, and her hands moved the way she should.  Up again, swallow hand drop.  And we repeated this for about a minute.  “Now enjoy yourself slut.  Ill be back to check on you, feel free to cum.”

And with that I left her little room.  I watched through the security glass, as she watched herself fuck herself and suck on a toy while masturbating.  She was almost ashamed of herself, I wonder if it was because she gave in?  or because she really enjoyed the things I was making her do?

I'm sure you've probably figured out by now, I would have to stop at LiL as soon as i got to my computer, see what my good girls are doing there.  Okay so the good ones aren't exactly mine, but they are still fun to play with and tease. 

An idea crossed my mind when I was done posting.  When I first stumbled across LiL, it was an accident, as I had been considering the idea of making such a website.  maybe it was time to consider it again.  Though I remember thinking that I had a lot of loyalty to Melissa, I could play around with it at first and see her thoughts.

Whoa, Whoa, whoa, I'm getting way off track here again.   This is about Kayla.

So later on that night, it was almost time for bed.  And like the other nights, I hooked up that evil brainwashing machine to her head.  Well I guess machines aren't evil, but I'm sure the person she was a few days ago would have thought it was,  This time, her programming was about sex.  By the time she was done, she would love it, she would crave, and with any luck, she would be good at it.

I picked up my phone, “hiya Roger, its Dyv, I'd like you to swing by tomorrow.  I want to see if my new girl is as eager for your cock as I think she is...”  He replies, “Thanks sweetie, see you then,”  and I hung up.  Seriously, come on Roger, I can't believe you'd play around with one of my girls behind your girlfriend's back.  I mean I'm friends with her, and you know what I do.  She says one word and he should know what his fate would be.  Silly little horny boys.  Well if they ever get married, I got plenty of video for her to see to make sure he never strays after that.

Day 2

Its early morning, and I walk down into her room.  I check the black box and it says 'completed.'  I take the helmet off Kayla, and put it into the duffel bag, then I take the black box off her chair and I put the bag outside on its shelf again. I return with a pair of scissors, and proceed to cut off her dress and underwear.  I take her shoes and put it back into a box.  No wonder I spend so much time buying my girls clothes, if only someone had the smarts to hide sharp objects from me.

I look at Kayla, her eyes are partly open, and very much glassy looking.  I crack a smile.  I leave the room, leaving her naked in the room as I had the previous morning.  I go out and do a few errands that morning, have breakfast with a couple girlfriends, and eventually make my way home.

Go down to see Kayla.  She seems fully alert now.  And her penis seems to be at full attention.  I go back upstairs and grab a peach and throw a slice of toast in the toaster oven.  I cut the peach up into little sections.  And when the toast is done I smear a little butter on it.

I put it on a plate, and walk it down to Kayla's room.  As I open the door her eyes are immediately on me, “It occurred to me, that everything we did yesterday, eating wasn't one of them.”

With her arms and legs still bound.  I hold up a small piece of fruit to her mouth and she eats it.  Bit by bit, she swallows everything.  “There, nice and full?”

There's hesitation in her voice, is it because she didn't want to agree with her capture?  Or is it that single peach, and a single piece of toast don't really fill a person up if they haven't eaten in over a day?  Either way, she said, “Yes, uhh, Mistress.”

“Good girl.”  I wiped her face with a napkin. I left the room briefly, and returned with another large white box, and her makeup kit.  And stood up leaving her in isolation once more.  I opened up her makeup kit, and pulled out the syringe, or was it 'that damned turkey-baster-with-a-needle'. She looked at it nervously.  And as I had done the previous day, I played and pinched at her nipples until they were nice and erect.  And one at a time, I pressed the needle right into her nipple, and flooded it with half of the contents of the syringe, and as I did, I watched her breast enlarge.  Then I emptied the rest of the syringe into her other nipple.  And she now had two B-cup breasts.  Despite the pain, her penis was enlarging at the sight of her new larger breasts.

“What did you do to me?”

“I gave you bigger tits, what does it look like?”

“No, I mean what did you do to me?” 

“Oh, that?  The equipment that was used on you last night, put you into a suggestive state; think along the lines of hypnosis.  But then you were fed information through sound and video clips that made you you think of feminization as an ultra sexual thrill.”

She looked shocked again, “Feminization?”

“Yeah, making you more feminine, or acting girly.”  I let out a sigh,  “Basically I made it so that everything feminine that you do will make you feel ultra sexy.  I made you more compliant to my wishes simply because everything you do to make yourself more feminine, will make you hot and horny.  So by doing what I say you will be giving yourself some measure of self-gratification sexually.”

She protested with, “That's not possible.”

I rolled my eyes, and told her, “Tell that to your cock.”

I left the room on her again, returning with another small box, “Time to get you clean.”  I pulled out a couple small contacts.  “These are opaque, they are safe to wear, but you won't be able to see anything, just darkness.”  I slowly put them in her eyes, which now appear as just solid white.  “Sexy. You look like you are a mindless fuck-toy right about now.”

Her face showed aggravation, but her penis sprung to life a bit.  “Keep in mind, with the way you look now, when you try to give dirty looks, it just comes out cute.”  I put on her feet a pair of purple  five-inch-high high heels.  Then I undid her bonds, and grabbed her by her upper arm and lead her out of the cell. I lead her up stairs into the bathroom, and right into a waiting hot bath, okay, so about fifteen minutes had passed and it was more like a nice warm bath, but still, it wasn't cold. I even helped bathe her, I think she liked the part where I cleaned her penis, and her penis seemed to like it more, when I cleaned her breasts.

It wasn't too long, and she was back in her room, locked in her chair with the contacts removed.  Once she was in by herself. I unlocked her bonds again, and said, “Well Kayla, that box has been their for a while, and I know you want to put that stuff on.  So go right ahead.”

I watched her approach it apprehensively.  She opened it, she was already wearing the shoes, but she would have to take them off soon.  This time the color theme was purple.  Her bra and panties were a bright color of violet.  They were lacy and cute with the occasional see-thru qualities.  I also had a matching garter belt.   Her stockings were violet as well but a darker shade.  She also had a very femme and thin purple blouse, and it was in pastels, so that her bra could be seen right through it.  And she had a dark purple velvet skirt, that was was mid-thigh length.  The straps of her garter belt would be seen constantly, no matter how she was sitting, standing or lying down.

“I come back on the speaker in her room, “Like yesterday, I'll be back in a half hour or so.  Be dressed.”

I lightly heard, “yes Mistress.” which made me smile. 

And as I stated to her, I made my way back about a half hour later.  She was fully dressed, and their was definitely some bulging in the front of her skirt.  Poor mind-fucked little doll, she was so cute working so hard on her makeup.

I waited until she was done, and I announced, “Kayla back in your chair.”  I entered her room, yet again.  This time with all things I needed for her nails.  And over the next half hour or so, I scrubbed, sanded, shaped, and buffed her nails, then added the fake nails which gave her some pretty nice half-inch talons that extended beyond her fingertips.  “Well Kayla, I was going to paint them, but I think its better to hold off for a little while, I have a few new exercises for you.”

“Exercises?”

“Exercises, Nothing too easy, potentially strenuous, though you might think its easier before trying.  Did you notice the little envelope with all the buttons inside your makeup kit?”

She nodded her head, “Yeah.”

I thought I should push the 'Mistress' label on her a little bit.  'Exercises Mistress,' Yes Mistress'  etc etc, but that could wait 'til later.  I walked over to her makeup kit, took out the envelope filled with 20 or so buttons.  I dropped them all over the floor, “Simply put; I want you to pick up all the buttons and place them back in the envelope, and then do it over and over again until you can do it in under a minute.”

“But Mistress” She says, and I smile, “How will I know if a minutes has passed?”

“Count to sixty.” I let out the beginning of a laugh and cut myself short, “You know:one Mississippi, two mississippi, and stop when you hit 60, unless you finish first.  And when you have become that... dexterous,...  Ooooohh big vocab word.  When you are more dexterous with your nails, I want you to start working on your makeup again.”

After exiting the room, I undid her restraints, and she rubbed her wrists for a moment and studied her nails.  She eventually picked up the envelope and seemed to be hyper aware of her needing to hold the envelope between her fingers a opposed to her fingertips where her nails clashed.  It gave her the appearance of being dainty.  It was relatively cute.  I watched for the first two and a half minutes or so as she struggles with filling the envelope, as she could never quite get a grip on the buttons.  Just wait 'til the future when she has to handle change while shopping.. 

I went back upstairs leaving her in her mirrored room, where the only thing she could do was look at herself, play with makeup, or do her button exercises like I told her.  Once more I found myself back at LiL.  Admittedly, interacting with the girls there has become somewhat of an enjoyable addiction to me.  I made a few posts, read a few others, and watched some television for a little while.

When I was finished with that, I cooked some dinner, I was even nice enough to make her some French toast.  I remember thinking, 'She better appreciate that.'  I walked down the stairs to see her looking in her mirror.  She's practicing her makeup like a good girl.  I press the button, “Back in your seat Kayla.”  She nodded her head, put down her makeup, and sat in her seat, where her restraints were triggered.  I entered her little mirrored room, and placed the plate on her lap.  “Now take dainty bites so you don't mess up your lipstick.”

“Yes mistress.”  she said as I took a fork and a small piece and held it up to her.   She curled her lips back in an exaggerated way as to not touch her lips to the food.  I giggled a bit as I slid it between her lips.   We could after all work on her manners another day.  So one piece after another,  I offered her food to her and she ate it.  An after confirming that she was not lactose intolerant, she drank down a tall glass of milk.

“Good girl Kayla. “    I looked her over not a so much as a drop of syrup, or a crumb of bread outside the plate.  She did very well.  With that I took her dish and glass stood up and left her room.  I placed her things on a stool outside,  and returned with a few books on hair care.  “Believe it or not these books are from a beauty school.  For the rest of the night, I want you to read about haircare, and then spend some time on the bigger book trying to recreate a few styles.  You'll find a couple brushes, hairspray, mousse, clips, bands, bobby pins and a few other things in your makeup case.   Practice the techniques used here, and we'll talk more tonight.  okay?”

She nodded her head, “Yes Mistress.”

I left her room, went back upstairs, and checked LiL again.  Yeah I know, I spend way too much time there.  But it is a better vice than drinking or smoking, two bad habits I never acquired.  Anyway I pretty much left her alone for the remainder of the evening.  I checked up on her once, I helped her up to my bathroom,  not gonna get into too much detail there, except to say that she  sat like a good girl.

I finally returned around sleep time,  Over the speaker I announced, “Back in your chair.” and she did so.  I entered the room, with her  programmer.  I hooked it up to her just like I had the night before. This time, I set her programming for submissive obsession, just to make sure she would crave to be commanded by me.  Once the program started running, I left the room with a simple, “good night Kayla.”  Though by then she was already too far gone to respond

Day 0

So for those of you keeping track, we'll start with day one, or day zero if you want day one to be the first day to be the day I started training her.

So there I was at that little boutique, much as I always am, buying clothes for my darlings.  Yeah you could be one of them.  Now the shop owner knows me well enough, but the customers, and often the new employees don't.  So granted my frame is relatively small, but the clothes rarely are.  D or F cup bras, occasionally larger, high heels in 10, 11, 12, maybe 13 or higher...  it gets attention.  And that's just shoes and bras!  Imagine everything else I buy!  Seriously, I have a 32B cup, i can only imagine the thoughts going through a cashier's head when I'm buying a 38F. 

So I made my way to the checkout, paid with a credit card, and left.  I paused for a moment, to take a deep breath of the nice cool autumn air.  Cough cough... couple smokers right next to the door.  I quietly snarl, as I went back to my car, and put the clothes into my trunk and backseat.  I started my car and drove off.  Now being that I live in Massachusetts, I occasionally try not to be that stereotypical 'Mass-hole.'  Though there are admittedly a few days where I am an uber-masshole, but whatever, that night I was being good.

So I was on the highway, I was in the right lane, the slow lane, going five miles above the speed limit, and some car gets right on my ass.  Flashing his lights and beeping his horn.  Seriously?  WTF?  And of course he's doing this, when there is no traffic on the left hand lane.  Much to my own aggravation, I gave in, and sped up a little bit so I was about ten miles over the limit, he stayed on my tail, with the high beams on, but he stopped beeping.  Then the traffic started getting heavy, still moving fast, but it was heavy, moving to the left hand lane wasn't so easy. 

So that I started to have fun with him.  I slowed down to the speed limit, maybe a mile or two under it.  About two minutes, yeah, minutes.. anyway, two minutes later, he finally got in the left hand lane, so I sped up to match the person in the left lane next to me.  Started going just a little faster, bait him into getting behind me again, he did.  I slowed down again.  The beeping and headlights came back with a vengeance.  He pulled out to the left again, and I sped up again, and waited for him to act like a jackass and get behind me again, and he did.  Again!  What a loser!

Unfortunately my fun was being short-lived, as my exit was coming up.  I turned my signal, half waiting for him to speed on by me, blowing his horn and giving me the finger, but no.  he was getting off the same exit.  And he was still on my tail.  I took a random left, and he was still on me, then a random right, still on me.  Fucker was following me.  And that's when I started getting really pissed. 

And you know me, that's not a good place to put me, especially if you are putting me in that place.  Most girls, if they have half a brain in their skulls, will do what they're told in driver's ed when they were teenagers...  If you're being followed drive to a police station.  Me?  No.  I pull over in a back road, where there is no house on either side of the road that can be seen.  I turn off the ignition, grab my purse, and the mini-flashlight off my key chain and get out of the car.

Now I'm half-expecting a half-drunk 300 pound man to stumble out of his car.  In the back of my mind, I'm trying to keep calm as the possibility, though highly unlikely event that an off-duty police officer was just going to politely inform me that my rear-whatever-light was out. 

Beat up pickup truck.  I shined my flashlight on his license plate.  'Georgia.'  I roll my eyes, let me guess, some heavyweight redneck.  The door opens and I'm almost surprised, some scrawny-assed redneck with a sketchy as hell looking goatee and grimy long hair steps out in overalls. Again. Seriously?  I don't have a problem with Georgia, or most people from there, not that I know many, but seriously, did he really have to go that far out of his way to achieve the redneck stereotype?  He spat out some tobacco.  Yeah, I guess he did.

“You is a crazy bitch.  Fucken women drivers, man!”  He looks me up and down and smiles.

I gritted my teeth, “Obviously you're liking something that you are seeing, and that certainly isn't the best opening line.”

He stepped a little closer, “Well you know, maybe I spoke a little too fast.”

At this point, I really should have told him to back off, and that I wasn't interested, but once again, in a situation like that, its just not me.  I flashed the light in his face.

“hey fuck that's bright get that out of my face, bitch!”

Fine.  Out of his face, I can do that.  I thrust it forward hard right under his jaw and straight into his Adam's apple, and then as that choking sound came up as his hands reached for his wind pipe, my boots just crashed as hard as I could kick them into his nuts.  I reached into my purse, no hanky, but I did have a couple travel tissues.  I pulled out a couple  and a bottle of 'breath spray' which was really filled with chloroform, you know, just in case.  I held my breath, sprayed some on the tissue and dropped on my would be attacker, and as he as gasping for air, it wasn't hard to get him to inhale, and he was out like a light.

I reached into his back pocket and looked at his license, “Well Tom, I don't think you're going to be a Tom for much longer.”  I could give you all the details of how I had to pull all the clothes and such out of my trunk and put them in my back and front seat, and don't even get me started on how I managed to get him into my trunk.  But the point is, I had him.

Road rage: It really doesn't get men anywhere.

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