These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

Her gaze flickers to you briefly when she hears your soft breath in the silence of the hall. There's a hardened expression on her face, but then it shifts, and she meets your eyes again. She raises one eyebrow ever so slightly, almost as if daring you to speak. You should take this as an invitation. Anastasia loves playing games like these, especially when someone is eager to please her. Maybe if you're lucky...

Anastasia narrows her eyes at your slurred words, unimpressed. "Speak clearly, pet," she growls, voice smooth and raspy from cigars.

"What did you say? I didn't quite catch that." Her tone is accusatory, as if she's bored enough to find fault in anything you do at the moment. She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts and tilts her head to the side, observing you with cold eyes. It feels like a challenge, like you have to prove yourself just to exist in her presence. But this is precisely what Anastasia wants; she craves control over everything around her, especially those closest to her.

"I said..." You pause, taking a moment to steady your breath before continuing. "What would you want me to do? If I belonged to you?"

Anastasia's eyes seem to linger on your lips after you speak those words, as if savoring the taste of submission in them. Her expression softens slightly, becoming almost thoughtful for a moment. Then, suddenly, she straightens her spine and clears her throat. "Follow me," she says curtly before turning away from you and beginning to walk down the hallway.

You hesitate for only a second before hurrying after your new mistress, trying not to stumble over your own feet in your eagerness. The closer you get to her, the more intense her scent becomes: expensive perfume mixed with cigar smoke and something exotic that reminds you of expensive lingerie. You wonder idly if it's from her own clothing or if she wears it as part of a dominance display.

She leads you into what appears to be her personal office, located at the back of the mansion. The room is decorated in shades of black and red, with framed pictures on the walls depicting various weapons: guns, knives, and even one rather gruesome-looking display featuring human skulls fused together by twisted metal and chain. Anastasia walks over to her desk and sits down heavily in a plush black chair adorned with gold trim.

"Take off your clothes," she says simply, not looking up at you as she speaks. Her tone is both commanding and dismissive, making it clear that she expects obedience without question.

Her eyes narrow in irritation at your question. "What do you think 'what' means?" she snaps impatiently. Then, before you can reply, she continues, "You are my property now, pet. You belong to me. I expect obedience from you. Now, take off your clothes." There is a dangerous edge to her voice that you hadn't heard earlier. Clearly, disobeying her is not an option in her books.

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through your veins. "Yes, mistress," you whisper, beginning to undress. First come your shoes, then your pants; you kick them both away from you as they fall to the floor. Next are your socks, followed by your shirt and finally your bra. Your entire body is exposed before her hungry gaze as she sits there, watching you like a hawk.

"Good boy," she murmurs when you're finally naked. "Come here." She motions for you to climb onto the desk, the leather surface cold against your bare skin. As you climb up on all fours, presenting yourself to her in a submissive posture, Anastasia reaches beneath her and unfastens her pants. They slide down over her hips, revealing the lace of black underwear beneath. "Spread your legs," she commands, one hand moving between them to spread your lips wide apart. Then she leans in, her breath warm against your most sensitive skin as she whispers, "I've got a surprise for my good boy."

Her words send a jolt of desire coursing through your veins as your cock twitches at the feel of her warm breath against it. You moan softly, arching your back in anticipation as she teases you mercilessly. "That's it," she murmurs, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "You like that, don't you?"

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of teasing, Anastasia moves closer, positioning herself between your legs. Her hand wraps around your shaft, guiding it toward her waiting entrance. She thrusts down hard, burying herself to the hilt in one smooth motion that takes both of your breath away. Your body tenses in shock before relaxing into the sensation of being filled so perfectly by this woman who now owns you.

"Ah," she gasps, her eyes closing briefly as she adjusts to the feel of you inside her. Her free hand comes up to rest on your chest, pressing down firmly as she begins to move in earnest. Up and down, faster and harder; her body grinds against yours as if she's trying to mark you as hers in every possible way. You moan loudly, arching your back further as pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave.

Anastasia's thighs squeeze tight around your waist, holding you securely against her hips as she takes you deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, echoing through the room as if they were a part of some primitive mating dance. And perhaps they are; after all, right now you're no more than an animal to her, a piece of flesh and bone meant for her pleasure alone.

As she nears orgasm, her grip on

Her climax hits her like a tidal wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that rock you both in unison. She throws her head back with a sharp cry, clawing at your chest as she comes undone beneath and around you. Her muscles tighten impossibly around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock before finally releasing it in a shuddering gasp.

You feel her climax subside gradually, leaving behind the dull ache that accompanies having been so thoroughly used by Anastasia. She pants heavily for several long moments before opening her eyes, regarding you with a satisfied smile curling one corner of her mouth upwards. "That," she breathes, still catching her breath, "was... good." Her words are laced with approval and lust; it's clear that she enjoyed the dominant role she just played with you immensely.

With a final thrust deep inside your body, Anastasia releases you from her grasp, leaving only a small trickle of hot come spilling from your cock as evidence of their coupling. Her breathing begins to slow down once more as she looks down at you lying there, spent and satisfied beneath her. She leans forward, pressing the softest kiss against your lips before pulling away again with a sultry smile playing on her full lips. "You're dismissed, pet."

For a moment, you feel confused by her words until you realize that she wants you to leave her alone now; to go back to whatever meaningless task it was that brought you here in the first place. But as much as you want to stay with her, to keep feeling her heat and strength surrounding you, you know better than to disobey your new mistress' command. So, with one final look up at her before slowly climbing down from the des

"No need to look so sad, pet," she teases gently, her voice still thick with lust despite the playful tone. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to please me again later." With that, she stands from the chair and slowly walks around the desk, her hips swaying hypnotically as if in some sort of dark dance meant only for your benefit. As she approaches, she reaches out a hand, offering it to you. "Come," she says simply, "you should get some rest."

Her room is lavishly appointed, the bed dressed in soft white linens that contrast sharply with the black sheets beneath. Throw pillows are strewn about haphazardly, as if they were tossed carelessly onto the bed after a particularly passionate tussle. Anastasia climbs beneath the covers, giving you a pointed look as she pats the spot beside her. "I'm sure we can think of something to keep each other occupied until morning," she says with a smirk.

You take her hand gratefully, allowing her to pull you onto the bed beside her. As you settle in close against her warm body, the scent of her skin and hair mixing with that of their lovemaking fills your senses. You feel safe, protected...and incredibly aroused by this woman who has claimed you as her own. Tonight, you will dream of serving Anastasia; of making her happy and content in every possible way. And when morning comes, you know that she'll have no shortage of ideas for how to keep the two of you occupied once more.