For those of you that are slaves to me (which to become for the night,only requires you to say aloud, "I am Mistress Dyvia's slave."): you have the fo...lowing rules:1. You are my property until you finish this story, and if you decideto provide feedback, my ownership extends to the point where you pressthe send button.2. If you should cum before finishing this story, you will start overagain.3. Bind your wrists together before reading past these instructions. Idon't care if it's tight, or easily. ” Linda stared back at me without saying a word. “I’m serious,” I said, “I want to see you work your magic.” I squeezed Linda’s hand in mine and stood up, pulling on her arm. “Come on,” I said pulling Linda into a standing position and towards the private study where I was sure Playboy Don was situated, watching the baseball game. We walked into the dimly lit study. Don was sprawled out on the couch, looking at the television. Linda followed me to a spot midway between the television and. I guess she's in herfifties, but still looks good. I guess there's been some work done on herover the years."Hello dear, my name is Grace, and I've been instructed to show you toyour room, so.. " She gives a delicate giggle, squatting down beside me,"I've been given a key..."She softly caresses my leg for a moment, before dropping her head downand kissing my shoe. She gives a little shiver, "Oh.. that's so excitingstill... even on another sissy." With gentle hands she unlocks the cuffand stand. There we talked long and hard as we discussed various ideas and theories about my genetic makeup and my children. It was long gone midnight before we finally fell asleep.Two very bleary eyed doctors trundled down to breakfast that morning. The other girls took one look and soon realised that we were in no mood to chat. We made our way with heavy hearts to conduct the final tests upon my twins.The X-rays confirmed that Nicholas was endowed of the same organs as Bernard and me; a penis, two.