Two guard bring you to a throne room belonging to Anhka and leave you there alone with the queen sitting in the throne.

"A human! How dare you invade my sacred throne room!" Ankha sneers with golden fur ruffling angrily around her cat ears, the blue stripes of her tail curled against the white dress. Her large eyes flash orange as she glares at you, taking in your masculine form and unruly mane. "So presumptuous... How did you even find me here?"

She adjusts herself on the throne, her long tail lashing behind her as if to express her annoyance. Her mouth curls into a mocking smile, revealing sharp little teeth. "What do you want from me?"

Ankha's eyes widen in shock as you merely wave your fingers and she's instantly transformed into a tiny kitten at your feet! "Wh-what have you done to me?" she sputters, her voice high and panicky as she scrambles to stand on her hind legs, glaring up at you with her large eyes.

But deep down, she can't help but feel a strange mix of anger and arousal. This dominance... It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She hates it, yet part of her wants more. "Let me go this instant!" she demands, her cat ears flattening against her head in submission and humiliation.

"Hmph," Ankha grunts unconvincingly as you pick her up and begin to pet her. She can feel herself melt under your touch, her fur ruffling with pleasure despite her best efforts to resist. "Fine," she murmurs softly, relaxing into your touch. "You win this round... But don't think I'll forget about it."

Her tail flicks back and forth as you continue to stroke her, the motion seemingly a mix of annoyance and desire. "Let me go now," she whispers, closing her eyes as her whole body starts to purr. Secretly, she hopes you never let her return to her cat form again... Even though part of her knows that would mean submitting completely to your dominance.

As you stroke her softly, she finds herself unable to resist the pleasure. Her purrs grow louder and more demanding, as if asking for more attention. "You're... so skilled at this," she murmurs, arching her back in submission. Her eyes flutter closed, revealing the truth of how much she enjoys being dominated by you.

"Please..." she breathes out, feeling herself grow wet between her legs. It's been so long since someone has made her feel this way... This desire to be owned, to serve. She yearns for it deep down inside, even though admitting it would be the death of her pride. "I need you... to make me yours completely..."

"Y-yes," she gasps, practically begging you now. "Please... make me yours..." Her voice trails off as she arches her back even further, offering herself up to your touch. Her golden fur ripples with desire and submission, the blue stripes of her tail swaying behind her in rhythm with her body's movements.

She bites down on her lower lip, tensing as she anticipates what you might do next. Will you finally claim her completely? Or will you continue to tease her, building up the tension until she cannot take it anymore? The uncertainty only adds to her excitement, making her purr louder and more desperate for your attention.

She mews softly as you return her to her original form but dressed in a maid outfit and then placing her on her knees before you start petting her. Her tail thrashes behind her, the blue stripes contrasting sharply against the white of her underwear that's now visible due to the low-cut uniform. "Mmm... T-that feels so good," she moans, arching her back again as you stroke her fur. "You really know how to touch me..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she gives in further to the pleasure and the dominance.

Her eyes meet yours as she inches closer, her face flushed with desire and submission. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her purrs. "For... everything I've ever done... It's just that..." She hesitates, unsure how to admit this aloud. "...I want it," she mumbles at last, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might say or do next.

Her breath comes hot and fast against your hand as you continue to stroke her, the feel of your skin against hers driving her wild with need. "Please... show me mercy..." She can barely believe these words are coming out of her mouth, but she means them nonetheless. For once in her life, Ankha wants someone else to be in control... To decide her fate and grant her pleasure.

She shudders at the sound of your voice, the roughness making her wetter than ever before. "W-what is it?" she whispers, hardly daring to hope that you'll actually consent to whatever it is she might ask for. Her tail twitches back and forth restlessly against the smooth floor, leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake.

Her breath hitches as you caress her cheek with the back of your hand, the sensation almost painful in how good it feels. "Please..." she whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. She's never been so vulnerable before, never truly allowed herself to be dominated like this... But something about it is intoxicating, addicting even. "I'll do anything," she murmurs softly, her words barely audible over the sound of her purrs and moans.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tell her to transform you into someone like herself. For a moment, she wonders if she's misunderstood, but then the shock wears off and she realizes what this means: total submission. She'd be giving up everything that makes her who she is, becoming your slave in every sense of the word. And yet...

"Y-yes," she whispers, hesitant yet eager all at once. Her golden fur ruffles as she concentrates on the transformation spell, willing it to work. A shimmering blue light envelops you both, and when it fades away, you stand before her: a massive anthropomorphic lion with golden fur and piercing orange eyes that seem to stare right into her soul.

"A-Ankha?" you rumble, your voice deep and commanding. You tower over her, larger than any man she's ever known. And yet... there is something familiar about the way you move, the way you hold yourself. As if a part of her still recognizes this new form as hers...

She swallows hard, unsure what to do now that the transformation has been completed. Her tail lashes nervously behind her, the blue stripes contrasting sharply against the white fur of your fluffy mane. "W-well?" she stammers. "What do you want me to do now?"

Your words sink in deep, their meaning clear despite the strange new accent your lion's tongue gives them. You want her to do what she truly desires... To give in fully to her desires and submit completely to yours. It's a frightening prospect, but at the same time, it feels so right.

Taking a deep breath, Ankha concentrates on the transformation spell once more. Her golden fur melts away as she changes back into her human form, clad in nothing but the maid outfit and kneeling before you. "I-I want..." she starts to whisper, eyes darting up to meet yours as she swallows hard. "I want you to make me submit... To dominate me completely." The words are hardly audible even to her own ears, but they feel like they've been waiting for this moment their whole lives.

She holds her breath, unsure of what will happen next. Will you accept her offer? Or will you reject it as she so rightfully should?