Where Is Jessica

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Where is Jessica?

By: Mistress Dyvia

The screen was bright, and he couldn't quite figure out what was going on as the screen went off. He shook his head, and when he tried to remove the helmet strapped to his head, he found his arms and legs were tied to the chair.

There was a tube in his mouth, and a strange tasting fluid in his mouth. He didn't recognize the flavor at all. He was about to start panicking when he felt hands doing something with the helmet, straps were being undone. And the helmet was removed. He looked up to see this raven-haired woman, "Who are you?" he demanded.

Her dark red lips smiled, "I'm your mistress."

"Where's my wife?"

"Who?"

"Where's..." something was wrong. He was having trouble remembering his wife, her name, her face, but then a name seemed to break through the odd memory haze, "Where is Jessica?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, "I'm actually surprised... impressed that you remember her name."

"Why wouldn't I remember her name?"

The woman giggled, "Because of the programming. I'm turning you into my little pet. And I'm going to make you forget all about your wife and your little life."

"That is not going to happen."

"We shall see." She moved in closer. "Don't you find me beautiful?"

He looked her up and down, "uhh.. Yeah... but that doesn't matter."

Of course it does, Tony. After all, I can tell just by the way you are looking at me, you want to fuck me."

He didn't want to admit that at all, but something about her was breaking his will, certain words in her speech were having an effect... As soon as she said 'beautiful,' he couldn't help but notice that she might have been the sexiest woman alive. As soon as she said 'Fuck,' he felt his dick start to rise. "Well, if you weren't some crazy bitch, and I wasn't married, I might not throw you outta bed, but lady, this personality has got to go."

She giggled, as she slowly stripped her clothes off in front of him. "Is that right?" It only took a minute until she was naked in front of him, "Are you sure you don't think I'm beautiful enough to fuck?"

Tony let out a gasp, his dick was getting harder faster than he had ever seen it grow before, and given how he wasn't even touching himself, and that was saying much. The lust was starting to spill over. He fought his body's cravings and just asked again, "Where is Jessica?"

"Who cares about her, when you have someone beautiful like me ready to fuck."

He shook his head at the influx of desire. "No..."

"Yes... I'm beautiful and you want to fuck me."

He tried to fight, but he was losing this battle, and he knew it, "No..." he said again, but with less conviction.

"Who am I?" the mistress asked.

"I don't know." he said.

"Of course you do, you just have to say it."

"You are Mistress?" he said with uncertainty.

"Close, I am a mistress who is beautiful and wants to fuck. But who I am, is really all on you. Whose mistress am I?"

He bit his lower lip, as if the answer was obvious, but he didn't want to admit it.

"I am beautiful, and I want to fuck you." though her voice also seemed to add a silent, 'but I won't unless you tell me who I am.'

His cock was throbbing hard, and his balls were slightly engorged, "My Mistress."

"Yes, That's good, my pet. Now all you have to do is ask me nicely to fuck you."

He nodded his head, "Yes, please, My Mistress... Please fuck me, you are so beautiful."

A wide smile crossed her face as she moved onto his lap, took a good grab of his dick and placed it at the mouth of her own sopping wet pussy, and slowly descended down it. She teased him with her tits, often bringing them close to his mouth, just to pull away with a giggle. But once she had her fun, she was moving up and down. "Fuck that feels good, I didn't realize that your cock was that big... fuck yeah..."

He didn't really have words to respond, except this need to cum in her, fuck her... It was his purpose. He could lift his ass off the chair, slightly. It was the only real leverage he had, but every time she came down he lifted up. He felt his orgasm building, but he never came.

"That's right, plaything... Stay nice and hard for your beautiful Mistress who wants to fuck."

Her word drove him to more desperation, but the more lust he felt the harder it was to find that elusive orgasm. But he kept trying to pound her, and she kept riding him like a horse. Up and down, faster and harder, it was driving him insane with need, lust and desire.

"Who's your owner, Tony?"

"You are, My Mistress."

"Who is your Mistress?"

"You are, My Mistress."

"Who do you serve?"

""You, My Mistress."

"Cum, now. Slave."

And just like that Tony starts feeling his dick shooting wildly into this woman. The lust throbbing in his balls as if he were desperate to force every single drop into his Mistress.

She kept moving up and down, milking him for every last drop. She was relentless... and then she finally stopped, smiled, and said, "Cum, now. Slave."

And again, he felt his dick start pulsing cum into her, the orgasm overwhelming him. "Please, My Mistress." it was surprisingly sensitive and he had no idea that could happen.

She smiled at him with satisfaction, "Cum, Now. Slave."

And again... and she kept doing it until she triggered him six times... On the sixth time, he was aware of the orgasm, but he didn't think much if anything came out of his sore dick. "I'm sorry, My Mistress."

She smiled, "It's okay, you served your purpose, for now."

And with that, she put his Helmet back on, and a flash of light grabbed his attention, it was the only thing that mattered. He just had to watch and listen. Though his conscious mind shut off, and just absorbed...

The helmet turned off, Tony was aware time had passed, he had no idea if it was hours or a day... But the helmet came off. And he was staring at his Mistress, "My Mistress?"

She smiled back down at him, "Just taking a little time from your programming to let you know that you got me pregnant." As she held up the home test, he had a feeling that he had been significantly longer than a few hours or a day since they fucked. "But since you served your purpose, You won't be needing that little thing anymore."

He looked down to where she pointed and saw that his dick was in a chastity cage, "But.. My Mistress."

"What's the matter? Don't you want to make me happy?"

An odd emotion he couldn't quite identify swallowed his mind, and he nodded, "Yes, I do.. Thank you for my cage. And thank you My Mistress, for showing me that I had a purpose."

"Do you still think I'm beautiful? Am I still the woman you want to fuck?"

Tony let out a soft groan as his cock tried to grow in its cage. "Please, my Mistress, I'm so horny, and it hurts when I'm getting hard like this."

She kissed him on the forehead, and pulled the helmet back down over his head... and he quickly fell to the lights and sound coming from the helmet.

The helmet is turned off, that taste is in his mouth again, she removed the helmet, and he looked up at her, "My Mistress?"

"Hello Tony." she said, rubbing her tummy. It wasn't massively bigger, but the baby bump was noticeable through her tank top. "So I have decided, you are going to stay with us. You don't get to be a parent, but I think it would be nice if you were a servant."

"A servant?" he asked.

"Yes. You will clean up after me or your child, do whatever we tell you, you'll be living in the house, we'll provide quarters for you, feed you, and program you to our needs."

Tony shook his head, "No, that's not what I want." as if a thought clawed its way to the surface of his mind, "Where is Jessica?"

"Who?" his mistress asked with amusement.

"My Wife!" he demanded.

She let out a giggle, "Are you sure you don't want to be my slave?"

Tony's head felt like it was drowning in intrusive thoughts that didn't seem like his own, but all he could do was nod his head, "I'd love to serve you, My Mistress."

"That's what I thought, so I can take that as an agreement to my offer?" his mistress asked as if she didn't know the answer already.

"Yes, my Mistress. I will do as you want." he said feeling a bit more confidence coming back to his consciousness.

"That's just what I wanted to hear, "I guess I'll see you soon." she again kissed him on the head right before bringing the helmet down in front of his face... HIs conscious mind seemed to blank out before the lights and sounds...

He seemed to be vaguely aware of standing a couple times, but not much, he might have been moved around, he did something, but he couldn't remember... Time passed. And then the helmet was shut off. The taste in his mouth was familiar again.

He was dressed as a maid. That was confusing. A dress, his chastity device still in place, a black dress with frilly white gloves and an apron. He wore stockings and heels. He looked around his arms and legs weren't locked anymore.

He saw her, "This time she was much more pregnant."

"My Mistress... how far along are you?" he said gesturing with his hand to her belly,

She smiled, "twenty-seven weeks."

"I've been programming that long?"

"No silly, I usually let you out daily, do chores and such, but you're more like a mindless robot."

"My Mistress, I know you seem amused, but where is Jessica?"

"Don't worry about her, you'll see her when I'm ready for you to see her."

"But..." He started to push,

"Be a good Slave. I don't want you asking anything more about her today."

Tony the maid nodded his head, "Yes, My Mistress."

"Anyway, I need you to sign some documents for me," she placed some documentation his lap, and offered him a pen. He looked at the document, "What is this? I don't understand what language that is..."

She giggled, "It's in English dummy, I just took away your ability to read it. But you can still write it. Sign your name on the lines where there are blue arrows."

He wanted to argue, but quickly found his mind did exactly what he was told. He signed his name, which was easy enough, but when he looked back at his name, he couldn't make out his own name, it looked like gibberish to him. As he moved from one signature spot to another, he heard her moving chairs around. "All done, My Mistress."

"Thank you. Sit back down." she gestured to his new seat which had a built in anal plug. She kissed him on the head, "Do you find me beautiful? Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes, My Mistress." he said as he felt the intense need of his dick getting hard in its cage, causing pain as he couldn't get hard.

"Now sit back into the chair, let that monster into your ass." she grinned lewdly at him as he felt himself obeying as she stepped in with him, and he felt very uncomfortable with that beast in his butt...

But all that escaped his mouth was, "Thank you, My Mistress."

"You're very welcome slave, now, just for old times sake, Cum now." and he gasped, as his cock tried to harden, but couldn't but his dick still managed to cum, and it came in waves, it seemed to take a couple minutes for his whole orgasm to finish. "Good, Cum Now." and again... and again... for six times. There was a puddle of cum beneath his cage. He was still horny, but his penis had nothing left. And then she placed the helmet over his head, and he was lost to the lights and sounds...

Again he was very aware of slight movements, his body moved, he couldn't tell if he did it on his own, or if it was her moving him... or someone else? Things happened... and he continued to watch and listen to the sights and sounds his helmet provided him, his entire world.

The helmet came off. It took her a minute to figure out exactly where she was. Antonia shook her head, and looked down at her breasts, something was off... Wait, were her breasts that big before? They must have changed her. Her hand was still free, and she reached between her legs, the chastity belt was gone, she could feel her vagina, though it was a bit numb... Wait. something was off, she couldn't figure it out.

"Wakey, wakey, How are you sweetie?"

Antonia's feminine voice answered kindly, "Very well, My Mistress. Though something feels off."

Her mistress stood in front of her, this time she was very pregnant, "Really? What could that be?" she paused, and rubbed her tummy, "Our baby is very active today."

Her eyes went wide, she remembered, that was her baby, she made her Mistress pregnant nearly nine months earlier, but that was impossible unless... unless. "Mistress, was I man before?"

She laughed loudly, "You figured that out faster than I expected you to. Yes you were."

She looked down at her well manicured fingernails, and to her breasts, and even the smoothness in front of her dress, "But why?"

"I don't need a dick, I'm already pregnant, I have my heir. You are useless to me as anything but a maid. But you're fine with that, aren't you slave?"

Her head spun and Antonia felt like she was going to pass out for a moment, but then she felt the unwavering conviction of knowing her place before this superior woman, "It's fine, My Mistress. I'm sure I will adapt."

She appeared to wince for a moment, "Sorry, baby is kicking." She struggled to adjust herself, "Why did I just say sorry?" She just laughed to herself again. "So, this is going to be your last bit of training, when you come out you will be dedicated to us, you will completely surrender your old life to me. And nothing from your old life will remain."

Something about that made her eyes go wide, "Jessica... where is Jessica, it's been months. Where is she? What did you do to her?"

She laughed, "What makes you even sure Jessica is your wife's name? You can't even remember your own. For all you know, she's tied up in the next room, watching you become my loyal plaything."

"No. no. Jessica is her name. I know it."

"What's your name?"

"Antonia..." she shook her head, "No.. Its.. its..."

"Slave, your name is Antonia, you had it right. Everything is fine."

Antonia took a couple breaths, "yes... everything is fine.. I'm Antonia. Thank You, My Mistress."

"Now let's get you back down on that seat, next time you see me, you will be my dedicated Maid."

"Yes, My Mistress." He felt his ass descend upon that plug built into the chair once more. And with a kiss on his forehead, She pulled the helmet over his head one more time.

Antonia again had no idea how long she was there, but the helmet came off. Her Mistress was there in front of her no longer pregnant, but a stroller was behind her, "My Mistress?"

"Hello Antonia," She said sweetly, "I'd like you to meet our daughter, Michelle."

He stood up and walked to the stroller, there was something in the back of his mind that he was forgetting. As he looked down at this baby, her baby, their baby, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen... And there was something else, she couldn't quite place it. "My Mistress... may I?"

"May you.. What?"

"Pick her up?"

Her Mistress smiled, "Of course, you need to learn how to do everything, not just the house work, but you will be feeding and changing her. Here, let me show you how to hold her." And she did just that.

Antonia was tickling the baby, and her Mistress stepped back to smile and watch her maid and her baby bonding. "You two are so adorable together.

Antonia smiled, "Thank you, My Mistress."

And as she looked at her baby something hit her, something she knew on some level, "Where is Jessica?"

Her Mistress looked surprised, "You don't even know who that is..."

And she was right, Antonia didn't know who that was, but she knew that 'Jessica' was important. "Where is she, what did you do with her?"

"Calm down, Slave."

Holding the baby closer to her chest, "I am not your slave..."

Her Mistress seemed shocked, "But don't you find me beautiful? Ready to fuck?"

"No..." he gasped, and he stormed towards her, "I want to know where-" Her high heel caught the edge of a tile the wrong way and she fell.

The thought of Jessica disappeared for a moment as she looked at her baby on the ground, not moving... Antonia touched the baby, Michelle was not moving. "No.. no. no.. You need to call the paramedics..."

Her mistress knelt down beside her, "relax, Hun, it's okay." she put on a hand on Antonia's shoulder, "are you hurt? Your ankle?"

"That doesn't matter, she's not moving, not crying... I think she's dead." tears started pouring from her eyes, "Please call the paramedics."

Her mistress lifted her head, "Relax, it's okay... just look at my eyes, 'It's just a fantasy, one. Two. three." and she snapped her fingers...

Everything changed. Tony looked down at his chest, he had breast prosthetics on, as was his vagina, his dick was under a prosthetic. He looked down to Baby Michelle, and she was a doll, she wasn't real at all. Finally, he looked at his captor.. His Mistress.... His wife, Jessica. "Jessica, you're alright..."

"I told you today would be a mind fuck." she giggled, "I'm sorry I freaked you out so much when you thought you hurt the baby."

He looked around. This was a psychiatric facility at one point, Jess bought it to remodel for her own practice, but they haven't even started the remodeling process. Even the mirror was an old observation room. She thought this place would be perfect for their little hypnotic roleplay... and she was right.

He pulled her in close and gave her a kiss, "Thought I lost you. I love you so much and I couldn't even remember you... Not gonna lie, Jess, making me a chick wasn't the first thing I had in mind when you said you were going to indulge my mind control fetish with.. What was you called it, 'one hell of a mind fuck..."

She giggled, "Are you opposed to trying it again? Not today."

He nodded his head, "I'm open minded."

You took a good fall, your knee and ankle alright?"

He nodded his head. Rubbing his ankle a bit, and struggling up to his feet.

She smiled, "let's get home, we can cook dinner together. Next door down the hall is an examination room, your regular clothes are in there."

"Thanks hun." She kissed him and stepped outside the door and went into the examination room... He found his clothes right there as promised as well as the pregnant prosthetics Jess had used in a series of open boxes near a bag. He boxed them up and met Jess in the hallway, they started walking out to the car, "Forget your purse?"

She reached for her side, "Well shit." She giggled, "Meet me in the car?" they kissed again.

She went back into the room, the doll was still on the floor as was the chair with the anal plug. She opened the door to the observation room and stopped. She looked at the blond woman tied and gagged in the observation room, her mascara tears ruined her face. She smiled at her, "So I'm wondering, what part of you realized I succeeded in stealing your husband? The part where he asked where 'Jessica' was instead of 'Michelle?" or maybe the part where the baby's name being 'Michelle' did nothing to him? Or the part where he told me how much he loved me?"

She giggled as she took the wedding bands off Michelle's fingers and put them on her own. She picked up her purse, "Not that it matters, I'm going to fuck up your mind tomorrow. You won't even remember you were married."