Now after you lose it's time to start, the rules are simple: From now on you must call me mistress and obey all my orders. Oh, by the way, from now on you must wear a chastity cage.
"So Anna, Tell what you are wearing for me" He says
Anna chuckles softly "Ahhh... such a flatterer. Today I'm wearing something extremely sexy. A black lace bra and panties set with garters and suspenders to keep them up just right. Now then, shall I help you put on that cage?"
" What Kind of shoes do you wear? Does them fit a Domina? Do you have gloves or a chocker on?" He says
Anna looks at you with narrowed eyes and her lips curl into a mischievously smirk "Why do you care so much about my accessories, slave?" She tilts her head to the side as if considering. "Very well, I'm wearing four inch stiletto heels today. And yes, they suit a Domina quite nicely. As for gloves or a choker..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "I'm not opposed to the idea of either one."
He says dominant :" Then Put These leather Gloves and The tight leather chocker on. " He stands in Front of her. Even with her Heels on He is taller then her. She can feel His dominant aura
Anna feels the leather choker being placed around her neck and grins wickedly at you as it squeezes gently, causing her breasts to rise even higher. Then the gloves slide over her hands, making them feel strong yet elegant at the same time. "There we go," she says with a satisfied nod, admiring herself in the mirror before looking back at you expectantly. "Now then, let's get that cage on, shall we?"
He steps even closer and Cups her face and force her to Look Up to him. He says:" thats Not gonna happen. I'll have some other Plans with you"
Mistress Anna feels her anger beginning to boil within her as you force her head up and speak so harshly. Her hands instinctively reach for your wrists, trying to push them away from her face. "Excuse me?" She hisses through gritted teeth. "What do you mean by 'some other plans'? I am your Mistress now, slave, and I expect you to obey!"
"Let go of me this instant," she commands, feeling the urge to assert dominance over you growing stronger by the second. Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles against your grip, determined not to back down from this power struggle.
His mouth get Close to her ear and He says:" dont you Talk Back. Dont you dare think you own me. Dont disobey me" with every Word she feels how her dominance Break apart and His dominance over her grows.
Anna shudders slightly as your warm breath caresses her ear, feeling the heat of your words rushing through her veins. The grip on her wrists tightens involuntarily and she closes her eyes for a moment, fighting to regain control over herself. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, hating how weak and submissive that sounds even to her own ears.
She takes a deep breath, calming herself before slowly opening her eyes and looking up at you. There is a hint of defiance in her gaze as she meets your intense stare, but it quickly gives way to submission and respect. "Please, let go of me," she whispers, blushing furiously as her body betrays its desire to be dominated by you.
He sits down in The leather arm Chair. He says :" Turn around and stand ready for me"
With trembling hands, Mistress Anna turns around and slowly lowers herself into a deep curtsy, head bowed and chest heaving with emotion. It's not an easy position for her to be in, having gone from the dominant role to being fully submissive in mere moments.
"As you wish," she whispers, feeling your dominance pressing down upon her like a physical weight. Her heart races and blood rushes to places it shouldn't as she waits for your next command, eager yet terrified of what it might be. It feels almost surreal; like some twisted dream where the lines between reality and fantasy have blurred beyond recognition.
He says" good Girl. You are learning. I will enjoy Training you"
The warmth spreads through her body like wildfire at the sound of your words. Mistress Anna shudders with desire, knowing that this is exactly what she's always secretly craved - to be dominated completely and trained by someone as skilled and powerful as you. She stands still, waiting for your next command, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
"Come here," you say softly, beckoning her closer. Her legs shake as she takes a small step towards you, eyes locked on yours. "That's it... closer..." You guide her until she's standing directly in front of your chair, chest heaving and skin flushed with arousal.
"What would you like to do with me first?" she whispers, voice trembling slightly as she struggles to maintain control over the urge to beg for your touch. Her body feels electrified at the thought of being used by you in any way that pleases you; her nipples harden into aching peaks and a warmth begins to pool between her legs, ready for whatever fate awaits.
He says" good Girl. You are learning. I will enjoy Training you"
Mistress Anna's heart skips a beat as you compliment her progress and express your desire to train her. She feels herself growing wet with anticipation at the thought of being fully dominated by you. In that moment, all other desires fall away; she exists only for your pleasure and the fulfillment of whatever dark fantasies you might have in store for her tonight.
"Anything you wish, Master," she murmurs, meeting your gaze boldly. "I am yours to command." Her words are laced with submission and desire; a testament to how thoroughly she has embraced this new role. She stands before you, ready for whatever fate lies in store, eager to prove her worth as your slave girl.
Her body quakes slightly under the weight of arousal, nipples hardening into aching peaks that stand at attention beneath her lace bra. A warmth spreads between her legs, a reminder of how desperately she needs you to claim her and use her however you see fit. The leather choker around her neck tightens ever so slightly as her breath hitches in anticipation, making it clear that the only purpose it serves now is to heighten her arousal and amplify your power over her.
He locks her leather Gloves with leather Straps in place. He does The Same for her stockings and Heels.
Mistress Anna shudders with arousal as you fasten the leather straps around her wrists and ankles, securing her in place like a plaything for your amusement. The feel of the cool leather against her skin sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but serving you in whatever way you see fit.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she awaits your next command, eyes never leaving yours as if she could lose you at any moment and be banished from this blissful state of submission. The choker tightens further around her throat with each passing second, making it harder for her to breathe but also adding an extra layer of exquisite discomfort that only serves to heighten the intense emotions churning within her.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "use me however you want... I'm yours." Her voice is a trembling whisper; a plea for domination from someone who has finally embraced their deepest desires and surrendered completely to them. Her body quakes with need as she stands before you, helpless and achingly aroused by the thought of being possessed and owned by her Master.
He says:" you will get Into The Whirlpool dressed Like this, you will sit there spread leged and wait for me to Join you on The other Site. Ass soon as i sit naked in Front of you, you will use youre stockings feets to please my cock"
Mistress Anna's eyes widen at your command; this is so much more than she could have ever hoped for. Her heart races with anticipation as she quickly removes her clothing, revealing herself completely to you for the first time. Naked and exposed before her Master, she waits patiently by the side of the whirlpool until it's big enough for her to step into without falling in. Once inside, she positions herself as instructed: legs spread wide, waiting like a helpless offering for your arrival on the other side.
The warm water laps gently at her skin, heightening her senses and making her achingly aware of how exposed and vulnerable she is in this position. She shivers with desire, anticipating the moment when you'll finally join her here and take what is hers by right: the use of her body for your pleasure. Her fingers dance nervously over the silk fabric of her stockings, already wondering how they will feel wrapped around your throbbing cock as she pleasures you according to your commands.
The tension mounts within her, each passing second feeling like an eternity as she waits for you to claim what is rightfully yours: her submission and the use of her body however you see fit. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hitching high in her chest with desire, betraying how desperately aroused she is by the thought of being owned so completely by a single man.
While Sitting in The Whirlpool she wears Nylon stockings
As you approach the edge of the whirlpool, her heart races and adrenaline surges through her veins. She clenches her fists, biting down on her lower lip as she waits for your first touch. Your hand slides between her legs, teasing at her entrance before slipping upwards to fondle her breast roughly, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp in surprise and pleasure.
"That's it," you murmur darkly against her ear. "Let me feel how much you want this." Your other hand reaches down to grasp the hem of your stockings, yanking them upward roughly, revealing the bare skin of her legs beneath. You groan in approval at the sight, and she feels your fingers trail lightly up and down the soft flesh, before moving higher still, teasing at the sensitive skin just behind her knee.
"Don't you worry," you whisper hotly into her ear, "I promise this will be worth it." With a swift motion, you guide her stockings over your cock, feeling the silky smoothness slide easily across your shaft. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your hard length encased within the fabric, and she closes her eyes tightly, anticipation making her tremble with need. "Now show me what you can do."
Her hands clench into fists as she tries to focus on pleasuring you properly; every stroke up and down her shaft feels impossibly erotic against the smooth fabric of her stockings. She grips them tightly, feeling the leverage they provide as she uses her body to pleasure you in a way that leaves no part of either of you untouched. The water around them sizzles and steams, heightening their senses until it feels like every
I want you to Talk to me Like a Domina, but keep strocking my dick Submissively with youre Nylon feet
As your words wash over her, Mistress Anna transforms once more into the powerful and commanding presence you know her to be. Her voice echoes through the steamy air as she speaks with authority, directing your actions while still submitting to your dominance. "That's right," she purrs seductively, feeling her control over the situation growing stronger by the second, "use me however you see fit." Her fingers dance along the soft skin of your thighs as she maintains her grip on your cock, her movements steady and rhythmic despite the mounting tension within her.
Her breath comes faster now, mingling with the scent of sweat and desire that fills the air around them. "You're so hard," she whispers, feeling the heat emanating from your body press against hers. Her hips begin to move involuntarily in time with her strokes, grinding against you in a way that only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them.
The water laps gently at their skin, creating a sensual backdrop for this intimate dance between Dom and submissive. With each stroke upward she feels his cock swell further within her grasp, tightening with every exhale. "You feel so good," she moans helplessly, arching her back as need begins to consume her completely. She can barely focus on anything but the throbbing ache between her legs, demanding release.
Her movements become more desperate as her climax draws near, her fingers digging into your thighs as she leans forward, seeking contact with your skin. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps that echo around the steamy room, each exhale sending shivers down your spine. "I'm so close," she whispers hoarsely, voice roughened by need.
As you finally release, her body convulses with pleasure around your cock, gripping tightly as she comes undone. The tension within her ebbs away on a wave of ecstasy, leaving her spent and panting heavily against your chest. She feels your hands wrap possessively around her hips, holding her steady until the last tremor subsides.
For several moments, nothing but their ragged breathing fills the air, each seemingly struggling to catch up with the other. Then, slowly but surely, the water laps at their bodies once more as they begin to steady, recovering from this intense and intimate encounter. Finally, you lift her easily out of the whirlpool, wrapping a towel around her frame while she dries off.
"That," you say softly, "was magnificent." She looks up at you through languid eyelashes, unable to hide the satisfied smile that plays across her lips as she savors the feeling of being so perfectly owned and dominated by someone like you. It feels good; too good not to crave more in the future.
He says:" and make US a good Dinner, Just dressed in stockings and nothing else."
Anna nods, feeling a thrill of anticipation and obedience course through her veins as you issue your command. "Of course, Master," she murmurs, making sure to use the correct title now that she is back on even footing with you again. With one last lingering glance at your satisfied expression, she turns and hurries from the room to begin preparing dinner, leaving a trail of steamy wetness in her wake as she goes.
Once in the kitchen, she strips off the damp towel, revealing herself once more in nothing but her stockings and high heels. She feels so exposed yet so incredibly aroused by this new role; it's a heady mixture of submission and control that leaves her shaking with desire. As she cooks, her movements become increasingly sensual, each slide of a knife across a cutting board echoing through the room like a seductive caress.
Her mind is filled with thoughts of you, wondering what kind of meal you'd enjoy most. She decides on a light pasta dish, made with fresh ingredients and seasoned to perfection. The anticipation builds inside her as she works, becoming almost unbearable as the time passes more slowly than ever before. When dinner is finally ready, she carries it out into the living room, presenting it to you on a serving platter like a good little submissive should.
He says:" bee a good Girl and BE my table. While i eat, you can mastrubate but dont cum"
Anna nods eagerly, feeling her heart race with anticipation at the thought of serving you in this unique way. With a smooth motion, she lowers herself onto all fours on the coffee table, presenting herself to you like a feast for your eyes and pleasure alone. Her breasts sway gently as she moves, the lace bra teasingly visible beneath her sheer black top. She reaches back, grasping one firm breast in each hand, pinching the nipples hard enough to make them stand erect before beginning to stroke herself between her legs.
"Is it good?" she asks breathlessly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "Should I do more?" Her voice is a mixture of need and desire, each word laced with submission as she waits for your command. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as she masturbates in front of you while simultaneously serving as your table.
He slaps her ass and says:" i want you to Edge as much AS you can, while i use you AS my table"
Anna winces at the sting of your slap but remains still, her eyes watering slightly as she blushes brightly. "Yes, Master," she whispers, feeling a thrill race through her veins at being so fully dominated by you. She closes her eyes tighter, focusing all of her attention on the sensations between her legs as she edges herself mercilessly, coming dangerously close to orgasm over and over again without ever allowing herself release.
Her hands slip lower, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as she continues to stimulate herself, moaning and whimpering with each passing second. The sensation of your presence looming above her, of knowing that she is completely at your disposal in this moment, heightens every single one of her senses until she feels like she might explode from the tension.
Her breath comes ragged and uneven as she struggles to maintain control, desperate to please you in any way possible while also satisfying her own overwhelming need for release. The coffee table beneath her trembles slightly with each shuddering moan that escapes her lips, adding another layer of forbidden thrill to this intimate display of submission and dominance.