Diva and Paige Crossover

You finish setting up the cameras in your room, to get even more footage to ruin Diva's life. You had checked in on Paige and the sound of her demeaning herself and talking dirty into the recording was pretty hot. She would be taking part in your fun with Diva after, but you leave her where she is for now. A little while longer without your cum would help put her on edge.

You just finish laying out your modest collection of sex toys when you hear the doorbell ring. You grin in anticipation of what you know you're going to find. You check yourself in your mirror one more time to make sure you look perfect for your film.

You had raided your mom's wardrobe of fetish gear (since you knew it exists now you assumed she had given you subconscious permission to use it), and now you were wearing a tight black outfit clearly meant for a dominatrix. A latex harness holds up your decent c-cup breasts but does nothing to cover them. You have long latex gloves and knee boots with a good 3-inch heel (the thigh boots with the 6-inch heels had been a little too daunting for you, nothing ruined sexy fun like a twisted ankle). A strap-on harness to replace your missing member completed the ensemble. You hadn't attached a dildo to it yet but your mom's collection was truly impressive. You would just have to see how well behaved your two slaves were tonight. (The 15 inch monster you had found on a special display stand would be for if they were really bad). As you descend the stairs you enjoy the thought of fucking your sister with the same gear used to fuck her mom.

When you open the front door you are greeted by a delightful sight. Diva had been a busy girl for sure.

She was wearing a hot pink crop top with "Bitch!" written across it in bright purple letters. A pair of tight daisy dukes barely held in her muscled ass and threatened to rip if she flexed her thighs. A pair of thigh socks and bright pink heels completed the overall "Spring Break Sissy" look. She had clearly tried to do the makeup yourself and you couldn't hold back your smirk at her novice attempt. She held several shopping bags full of more girly clothes and was clearly trying to hide her unwilling erection. "I uh did everything you asked, uh, mistress!" she stammered, trying to edge her way inside. You glance past her and wave to your horrified neighbor across the street. "She's not a hooker, Mrs. Johnson!" you yell playfully. The elderly lady turned and fled inside. You would probably have to deal with her later.

"Before you get to come in, put on the collar and leash. You're gonna be my bitch tonight so you're gonna act like one," you order. She swallows hard but digs through one of the bags until she comes out with a pink dog collar and a thin leash. She reluctantly hands you the leash and gets down on all fours. "Good girl," you say and pat her on the head. She shies away from your touch but you immediately yank on the leash and drag her inside.

You have her sit in your bedroom while you go grab Paige. You poke your head into her room to see her holding a pair of ice packs on her sore ass. "Hey cock ****, you need to come over to my room and do what I say or else your ass will never stop hurting," you say to her. "Oh come the fuck ON! Every time I do something today it turns into something about you!" she whines. You just roll your eyes at her. "Well if you weren't a slut for my cum it wouldn't be a problem now would it? It's your fault that you're a dirty bitch," you say. She doesn't deny it so you guess the mental conditioning went well today.

When you reach your room she recoils at the sight of Diva kneeling on your floor looking extremely embarrassed. "Who the fuck is this loser!? I'm not doing anything in front of some tranny bitch!" You giggle a bit. "This is Diva, my new cock ****. She will be your rival for getting my cum each day!" Paige screeched in outrage. "I worked VERY fucking hard for that cum and you're going to give it to some crossdressing freak!? You're-" You decide to test how the brainwashing went today and snap your fingers in her face. Suddenly, she sputters out of insults and looks very confused. "Wh-what? What was I just talking about? What did you..." she trails off, a bit dazed.

"Oh man I'm going to love using that trigger," you say gleefully. You snap your fingers again and point to the floor next to Diva. "Sit!" you command. Paige stumbles over to the spot and flops onto the ground. "Now, here is how tonight is gonna go. Both of you will take turns trying to seduce me. Each time you have to get more and more intense with it. When I feel like I've had enough, the winner will get to eat my pussy, and the loser will eat my ass. If at any time I don't like your performance, I will instead rail you with a strap-on in the asshole while the other person plays with themselves. Understood?" They both mumble halfhearted agreements, so you stride over to your dildo collection and grab the 15 inch monster. You lock it onto the harness and ask more threateningly, "I said, understood?"

This time they both answer with a resounding yet frightened, "Yes mistress!". You smile in satisfaction as you take a seat on the edge of your bed. "Alright, ladies first, so I guess you're up Diva." You press a button on the laptop next your bed and the cameras start rolling.