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Mistress Dyvia presents:

A Little Push

By: Mistress Dyvia

‘It was a dark and stormy night…’ Athena Natalia crofter, or as her friend’s new her; AC… she immediately rolled her eyes, this was not going to be a fun story, in fact, she questioned any story that had those seven words as its first words… She let a little sigh and kept reading.

She knew she should have been doing other things, she had a show tomorrow, she thought it would be a good idea to get one or two more pieces together, and have something new to display… unique… but she did promise a friend to do some proofreading… so she continued to read.

So she continued to read the manuscript for this novella… The paper had that physical feel, she could feel the roughness of the paper under her thumbprints. The smell was not that of an old book, but a freshly printed paper, but that was fine. Under the light that was over her head, the paper was extremely bright and contrasted heavily by the black letters of the words, though herr eyes kept getting drawn to a crease that her friend accidentally made when she sat on the manuscript earlier. She ran her fingers along the edge and knew that it was going to take a while to read this book. However it was unnecessarily verbose, her friend spent way too much time describing unnecessary things.

She continued to read though… She flipped to the second page, ‘and then I said, “don’t worry, we’ll be at the hospital soon,” she said.’

AC just stopped reading right there and chucked the manuscript to the other side of the room, “nope, can’t handle this right now.” At that point, she left the living room, and walked to her office, which was a laptop computer in a small corner, and the rest of it was for her art. Her tools included a 3D printer, beads, different materials for necklaces, sandpaper, drills, bevelers, and the like.

She sat down at the computer, loaded up her most recent project, it looked like the head of a dragon, she spent about an hour making some final touches to it, and then exported it to her 3D printer. She moved over to another table, Her fingers danced across a couple of different choices, and selected the 49-strand beading wire, and then grabbed the selection of black and silver beads, she tried a few different patterns until she found one that she liked. She had half of it done knowing that the other half would have to wait until after the 3D printer was done ‘baking.’

She had some errands to do, so she got dressed, nothing’s too fancy, black yoga pants, with a fluffy pink cardigan, her hair up in a ponytail, she didn’t do much with her makeup. Just a little bit of a lavender eyeshadow, and pink lipstick…

By the time she got back, her 3D print was done, but it was still a little rough around the edges. This 3D printer printed in metal, so smoothing the edges was not as easy as one might think. She sat down at one of the other tables in her office, and started smoothing the lines away with a piece of sandpaper and later with a fine dremel to get the details around the eyes and teeth perfect. Once she polished it out a bit to take out the tarnish from the sandpaper, she put it to her necklace, and then matched the bead’s patterns from the other side.

She put it around her neck, modeled it for herself in front of her bathroom mirror, and was happy. She put it into a little jewelry box, and put it into her inventory for the next day.

As the evening settled in, she grabbed a pair of stencils and lined them up along left arm. She had exactly two very tiny small black dots for tattoos, one on her shoulder, one on her wrist. She lined the stencils up to both of them, and then she applied the dye. She waited nearly an hour before she removed the stencil and then applied the other one to the same two dots. Then she applied the red dye. By the time she removed the second stencil, it looked like she had a twisting evil demonic sleeve of tattoos along her left arm. It was part of the look.

The next morning she woke up early, the son hadn’t risen yet and in fact it wouldn’t for another hour or two. She took her shower and did her morning activities. But then it was time to get ready. There would be no pink sweaters or black yoga pants today. She put on a black molded leather bustier that pushed up her chest and gave a little bit of cleavage. To match that she wore black leather pants that were tied to her ass and legs but flared out after her knees. She also had a pair of black chunky high heel boots, but she wouldn’t put those on until it was time to leave.

She did her makeup in darker colors, her nails were repainted with black, though she used a bright red to do a single vertical line along each nail. She’s two colors of lipstick, a very dark red for her lower lip, black for her upper lip, and was careful not to let them touch until they had dried. Her eyeshadow was a dark gray that was almost black, on her right side ended with a little cat’s eye flare, but her right side went dramatic making a spider web type design that stretched almost to her ear. Her brunette hair was pulled back tightly into a controlled bun, she put on a little wig cap to cover her hair, and then she put on this exaggerated black wig that gave her this 1980s style Glam Rock hair…. Though mostly black, it had highlights of an intense red.

Her earrings were matching sets of dangly dragons intertwined with each other seemingly snapping at each other. Her necklace was a pendant that she had made herself, again, it looked like a dragon with red eyes from Ruby’s, breathing a ruby fire. All of her fingers had rings that had similar silver and Ruby style, though none of them had dragons, each was ornate and carried a similar look. Each of her wrists had five bracelets that also came from her own collection.

In the time that it took for the sun to set and the sun to rise, not only had she gotten a good amount of sleep, but she had transformed from this unassuming brunette that wore pink cardigans, too an aggressive looking alt girl That looked like she was being weighed down by silver and rubies… she put on her boots, loaded up her car with her chosen pieces, and left. It was an hour and a half drive, and she listened to one of her favorite audiobooks on the way.

She arrived at the expo center and checked in. They told her which table she was assigned to, and she made her way over. She was able to drive her car right into the building initially, the convention wouldn’t open for three or four more hours. She backed towards her table, then started setting it up. A glass case with some of her more expensive options in there. She also had behind her a wall of her necklaces. A display of her earrings filled one side of her table to the left of the expensive pieces, into the right were rings.

Once the convention started, people started walking around. She sat there with her smile, dark gothy, and yet still approachable. People asked questions about where she got her inventory from, and she explained that she created them herself, each piece would come with a certificate of authenticity. She knew how to be a good saleswoman, and she didn’t want anyone to be disappointed with their choices, and most of the people that went through made their choices and paid a lot. In fact, most of the people I came through had a similar aesthetic to her at that moment, tattooed, dyed hair, alternative appearances… for the most part, her inventory sold itself, though she wasn’t an angel at all, every so often if someone was on the fence, and looked like they were leaning towards it, she might have given them a little push… and then she would have another sale. She was by far the most successful sales woman that day, she’d sold nearly 90% of her inventory. Most of the other vendors would have been very happy if they could have sold about 30% of their inventory And they probably expected to sell less.

When she was cleaned up she decided to go somewhere for food. She opened up her phone, and she asked what places that she could try around there, they were several recommendations, and one stuck out because she had heard a few people at the convention talking about it… so she set the GPS, and drove.

She walked through the front door, and she looked around, she saw one couple that would dress similar to herself in a booth, that didn’t surprise her given that the convention was long since over and most of the other people would have probably already eaten and left. As for how the other people in the place were dressed, well, it looked like she normally would have dressed on a non convention day. She approached the hostess, and said she’d like a booth for one and was told that it would be about a 5-minute wait, AC smiled and sat down in the waiting area.

Another man walked in, and requested the same thing, the girl said it’d be a 5 to 10 minute wait. He sat down across from AC. For the most part she ignored him, at one point she looked up briefly and he was openly staring at her… or maybe her outfit, she met his gaze back, she didn’t say a word, but she got this impression that he was trying to intimidate her. She tilted her head and that non-verbal sarcastic way of saying, ‘really?’

The man finally spoke, “you know… this is a family-friendly restaurant, and you are dressed like a slut.”

One of AC’s eyebrows lifted, she rolled her eyes for a brief second and then met his again, “beaches are family friendly… you see more skin there.”

He leaned closer towards her from his seat, “‘Likewise also that women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly attire, but with what is proper for women who profess godliness—with good works.’ 1 Timothy 2: 9-10.”

Her mouth parted slightly, as if to say, ‘oh, you’re one of them.’ instead she simply said, “I’m not religious, please keep your opinion to yourself”

“Jesus would hold his hand out to you, he would offer you salvation. Would you truly—”

She cut him off, “— I’m here for dinner, I’m not here for a debate. And to be honest, religion is like a penis, I’m glad you have it, I’m glad you’re proud of it, do not try to stuff it in my face.”

He was starting to turn red, he stood up. He took a step towards her.

Normally, this is the part where a girl like her might feel a bit intimidated, ittedly, even AC was a little intimidated, but she had no reason to be afraid, instead she made eye and held it and decided to give him a little push…

Leather is hot, leather squeezing around her breasts. The way it pulls at her nipples pulls me in. This is the kind of woman I need to see. This woman makes me feel aroused, the only kind of woman that can arouse me. I need to see more women like her. I craved to be seen by her. I need her attention, I need to be with her. Do anything to be with a woman like that… would do anything for a woman like that.

He stopped where he was, he shook his head, and then again… ended a moment of confusion. He stepped back and sat down… he stared at her chest in confusion, and interest…lust.

The hostess came over, and offered to take her to her seat. AC smiled. Grabbed her purse, and followed after her. She sat down and looked at the menu, made a choice and ordered it.

It was better than sex. She added slowly to save her every bite, she also spent the time going over her phone and spreadsheets updating what she had sold, and what she would have to do to replace the inventory.

And then the man was there again, he placed a little pamphlet in front of her with a cross. She was annoyed, as he tried to walk away, she grabbed his wrist, he turned around to look at her and met her eyes…

Who is she? I need to know more about this woman. She is beautiful, I love the way she stands out. I wonder what her name is? Will she tell me? I need to learn more. What am I missing? I need to learn more about women like her. I want to be someone she would notice. Why am I not impressing her? She is my new obsession.

Even though the little push was done, she continued to hold his gaze and decided to be a little bit more aggressive, “look… I live like an hour and a half from here in Springfield, every Sunday morning I go to this nice little coffee shop that’s across the street from a church, I see all the church-goers. They never say a word to me. They’re polite, they’re kind, and they always have a nice thing to say… to everyone. They respect their community, do not be rude to me again. She let go of his hand, and he seems so confused. He was still shaking off the after effects of the second push that he didn’t even know he received, but he left without another word.

AC never really pushed a person for anything long term, sure she has pushed someone towards a sale here and there. Which probably was not ethical, though she justified it by only doing it on those who looked like they were on the fence… that is someone who legit would have appreciated it.

However, this was more intense, in a short amount of time she pushed him twice on a sexual urge. Pushed him towards things he normally wouldn’t have liked and turned them into an obsession which would quickly turn into a kink, and then a fetish… well she hypothesized that it would.

She also dropped the church across from a coffee shop she liked to see if the obsession would grow the way she expected.

In the days that followed she thought about him more than she thought he deserved, but she was curious if her little push was so little. Would he be sitting at his computer looking up pictures of leather-clad women? Would he be licking his lips at the way the leather stretched across a woman’s ass? Feel his hand reach across the front of his pants for a quick sensation at the appearance of a boob squeezed, and pushed up by a size just too small? Would he onish himself for the lustful thoughts… that last part is what really brought a smile to her AC’s face.

So the day after the convention, AC still had her tattoo sleeve that wouldn’t go away for a couple of weeks given the ink she chose, but aside from that, she was able to get back into a normal routine. Jeans and a t-shirt with hair in a ponytail on one day… another day it would just be a simple pink floral print dress, with a few curls to make her hair wavy, and just a little bit of lip gloss for effect… basically unlike her persona that she employed on Sunday, she didn’t stick out much beyond her own natural beauty.

But still in the back of her mind she kept thinking about the trap that she set for that man.

Sunday morning came, she almost slept in, but there was something exhilarating about taking this man and taking him down a peg. She got up early, she groaned at herself, but she was going to make this work. This time she did not go with a bustier, instead she went with a leather tube top, it still showed some cleavage but in a very different way. It contoured to her body a little bit better, She wore a black leather skirt with a silver belt and a skull and crossbones for a belt… normally she would have worn this belt for a pirate costume, but somehow she felt it fit the aesthetic. She had a small black choker around her neck, and more skull and crossbones for earrings. She wore fishnet stockings that somehow added to the look, she chose another pair of high heels, the heels were more stiletto, but they had a fun Raven design across her toes. Her lips were a crimson red, maybe a little darker than crimson, and she played with her eyeshadow and eyeliner to make her eyes look more evil and predatory.

She had led him to believe that she would be across the street from the church at 9:00. She arrived at 9:30, most of the people knew her from her normal brunette look, no one recognized her today… she stepped inside and went to order a coffee, and as she waited for it to be delivered, she saw him. She didn’t smile, at least not on the outside, she was superbly satisfied with herself.

The man approached her, he greeted her…

She looked at him, she pretended not to recognize him. She could tell by the sheepish look on his face that he was embarrassed about the way he had treated her the week before, and now he was lusting after her. Instead he tried to pretend like he hadn’t known her and had mistaken her for somebody else. He offered her a seat, she looked around and pretended like she would have preferred to sit anywhere else, but lacking any other place to sit, sat with him.

He seemed excited. She played hard to get and by the time she had finished her coffee, she looked like she was ready to abandon him. He asked her for her number, she refused. He told her that his name was Elias.

Must come back. Need and desire. Impress the woman. Show her you were worthwhile. Make her want you. Be kind and polite. Be tolerant. I need to be with her. I want her to accept me. I can’t stop thinking about her. Will she be back here next week? I need to come here next week… I need her to be here… Even a slight chance. what will I do? No she needs to be here… and I need to make her happy. I will do anything to be with her in some capacity…

She left him shaking his head, trying to figure out exactly where he was. As she stepped out she heard him ask if she would come back again, she said she might…

Another week ed, and AC had some new ideas of how she could push in. She loaded something online and slid it into her purse. And when Sunday morning came, she was up early yet again…

Another look, another way to tease this poor man who was obsessing over her leather…

She walked into the coffee shop, and there he was. She stood near the counter as she waited for her coffee to arrive, and she sat down with him. He looked very pleased with himself when she sat down without him having to ask.

He asked her if she was willing to go on a date with him… she said she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. He insisted that he was.

She reached into her purse, and slid a tiny little box about the sides of her fist across to him. She told him that he would know what to do if he wanted to go on a real date with her. She studied his face as he opened the box and looked more than a little freaked out.

I’m a real man. I’m not afraid of anything. A real man can impress a woman like this. She challenges me and I can accept any challenge. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I am a real man. Real man isn’t afraid of a woman who likes to take charge. A woman who wants to take charge is sexy. I love sexy women. I want to impress a sexy woman… a real man would impress a sexy woman… I am a real man…

She finished her coffee, stood up and left. And spent another week as her normal brunette self playing with her art, her beads, her 3D printing and making plenty of new things for her inventory. Soon she would be ready for the next convention which was still another 2 months away.

Saturday night came, and she had to reapply the tattoos to hold the image. Normally she would have just waited until the next convention, but the game she was playing with Elias was exciting. She was turning this overly religious and preaching man and corrupting him in ways that she would laugh about for years.

Sunday came and she walked into the coffee shop yet again. He was waiting for the door and was holding a coffee for her. She took it, and they sat down, but she sat down next to him this time, not across from him. They initially exchanged some small talk, but Elias eventually worked up the nerve to ask if she would still like to go out with him. She asked him if he really wanted to do it, and if he was really ready with that gift she gave him. He nodded his head and put a key down in front of her, she took it, and managed to wind it through a necklace that she was wearing so that the key dangled between her breasts.

She turned to him one hand on his thigh, squeezing gently as she moved one finger up along his inner thigh, and with every sentence she spoke, she moved her hand further and further until her hand was cupped around his crotch. Of course they were in a coffee shop so she couldn’t exactly be lewd about it, she was discreet, and she felt for the telltale shape and feel of the metal cage… and she felt it. She smirked.

She called him, pathetic… But in a good way. Somehow, he ate that up.

He seemed hurt, and hopeful at the same time. She told him that maybe she was ready for a date, but she wouldn’t be ready until the following Saturday. She gave him the address of a restaurant she liked, it was pricey, but she expected him to meet her there, then they would go to a movie, and if he impressed her, they might even have sex. And she left….

She didn’t push him that time, wanted to see if the push she gave him the week before would carry on for 2 weeks, see if a push like she was using on him now would be permanent. Most of the pushes she had used up until she had met Elias were small or simply actions… ‘Buy this.’ ‘Please help me lift this…’ ‘Get out of the line, asshole…’ simple things.

Saturday night came and she went to the restaurant dressed all in black. All of her makeup was black, all of her accessories were black, her leather dress was black, her corset was black…

She stuck out, he did not. People gave them an odd look, they probably wouldn’t have given her a second look if she was by herself or with another person dressed similarly. If he were by himself. He would not have stuck out at all, but the two of them eating together did. He was blushing.

After dinner they went to a movie, very cliche… but it was on his dime so she kept herself entertained, he was quiet, though ittedly she leaned in against him… make sure that he could see her cleavage pressed against her leather top… make sure that one hand was around her, He would feel the leather material around his fingertips, everything that would push him over the limit, make him feel so uncomfortable… she teased him, put her hand on his chest, sometimes it would slide down for some popcorn, sometimes it would slide down lower to see if he was struggling against his cage… give a squeeze briefly, and back to the popcorn…

Then the moment came, was she willing to have sex with him? And the answer was yes… she still didn’t like him, but what was that in of a good fucking? He still didn’t seem to realize that she knew he was the same person from the convention, but he was eager to say yes when she invited him to come back to her place.

She thought about how she wanted to knock down a peg… and a smile across your lips. She whispered into his ears and the color drained from his face.

Submit to Mistress. Mistress is strong, I want to be worthy. I need to show her that I am the perfect man, by kneeling before her. Show her that a real man can accept a woman’s authority. A woman must be obeyed, and a man should be locked for his mistress. Mistress is always right. Mistress must always be obeyed.

He shook his head, but she put her hands on his face and leaned in, she asked him if he was a good boy… he nodded his head, almost like a good dog… she rubbed her hand over the front of his pants, and told him how very much she wanted to fuck him.

She asked him if he was ready for her to fuck him.

He nodded his head… she made him say it…

And he did. “I really want you to fuck me.”

AC smiled, and she took Elias by his ear and walked him into her bedroom. She put him on the floor on his hands and knees, and she stood up tall, and walked towards the nightstand. She told him to take his pants off, and even though she was facing the wall, she could hear the rustling of his pants, probably his underwear… and then she reached inside the nightstand, and reached around and found the harness…. It fit around the outside of her dress simply enough, and then she reached inside again, Her hand moved around in the darkness until she found the toy for the harness…

She licked her lips as she turned around… as she prepared to attach the toy to the harness so that she truly would take him down… a peg… or a pegging… Her mind drifted, even in this erotically charged moment, she thought about the fraud she was… all the obsession over her scandalous leather outfits, and the entire time it was pleather.

The End.