Alice + Anastasia = 'The Perfect Sub'

Anastasia opens the door to see Alice, looking as innocent and yet stunning, as ever.

“Hey,” she greets Anastasia, “I'm here for my last boxes, like we discussed...”

She hopes this will go without any drama. Anastasia moves to let her in and Alice passes, her straight blonde hair flowing behind her. She knows that Anastasia didn't handle it well when she broke up, but after all the drama and the begging, Anastasia finally seemed to accept the fact and slowly moved on. She was still worried about her reactions. Anastasia became a bit unpredictable lately, especially when it came to Alice's new boyfriend, Mike. Anastasia did seem fine, for now at least; Maybe a bit agitated.

Anastasia offers her something to drink, but Alice shakes her head, “I really just want to get this over with.”

“I was hoping we could take a minute to talk.”

Alice sighs, knowing there's no point in arguing. “Fine, what do you want to talk about?” She asks, trying to keep her tone neutral. She looks around the apartment, noticing how little things have changed since she left. It feels strange being back here, surrounded by memories of their time together. But those days are long gone now. She belongs with Mike, not Anastasia.

“I don't know why you're doing this, Anastasia. We've been through this already. I'm with Mike now, and I'm happy. Can't you just accept that and move on?”

As much as she tries to stay calm, Alice can feel her frustration growing. Why won't Anastasia leave her alone?

“You're wasting your time if you think there's any chance of us getting back together. It's not going to happen.”

“Listen Alice, I know we had our fair share of issues, I'm not denying that. I like being a domme and you don't wanna sub. I get it. It wasn't all bad though, was it?”

Alice scoffs incredulously. “Not all bad? Are you serious right now, Anastasia? Do you honestly think I enjoyed being constantly controlled and manipulated? Being made to feel inferior and undeserving?”

She shakes her head in disbelief. “No, it was far from good. I stayed because I thought I loved you, but clearly, that love was one-sided.”

Alice takes a step closer to Anastasia, her blue eyes flashing with anger. “You treated me like shit, Anastasia. You degraded me, humiliated me, and took advantage of me. And for what? Your own sick pleasure?”

She scoffs bitterly. “Well, guess what? I'm done. Done with you, done with your games, done with everything. I found someone who actually respects and cherishes me, and that's where I belong.”

“Just because I did those things, doesn't mean I didn't want you.” Anastasia sighs. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I can fix things now between us. I got something special, that will make us both happy.”

Alice narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What exactly are you talking about, Anastasia? What 'special' thing do you have that's supposed to magically fix everything between us?”

She crosses her arms defensively. “Because I'm pretty sure there's nothing in this world that can undo the damage you caused. No amount of apologies or promises can erase the pain and trauma you inflicted on me.”

Alice steps back, putting some distance between herself and Anastasia. “So whatever it is you think you have, save it. I'm not interested. I have a wonderful life with Mike now, and I'm not going to jeopardize that by entertaining any more of your delusions.”

She glances towards the door pointedly. “Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to collect my things and be on my way. I'm sure you understand.”

Anastasia lifts her hand, mesmerizing Alice with her ring. Influencing her mind, she says, “You have time to hear me out. All you have to do is look at my pretty ring and listen.”

Alice feels her resistance melting away as she stares into the hypnotic depths of Anastasia's ring. Her eyelids grow heavy, and her thoughts become sluggish.

“Mmm... okay...” she murmurs dazedly. “I'll listen...”

Her mind goes blank, leaving her completely open to Anastasia's influence. In this **** state, Alice is powerless to resist whatever Anastasia commands her to do or believe.

“That's right Alice. Listen and obey.” Anastasia keeps her deeply mesmerized, she is unable to look away from the ring. “You like to listen and obey to me.”

Alice nods obediently, her mind completely under Anastasia's control. “Yes... I like listening and obeying you...” she mumbles, her voice distant and dreamy.

She remains transfixed by the mesmerizing ring, unable to break free from its spell. In this deep trance-like state, Alice is fully susceptible to Anastasia's every word and whim.

“You still love me, Alice. You never stopped loving me. Mike is just a meaningless placeholder.”

“Yes... I still love you... I never stopped loving you...” she repeats robotically, her eyes glazed and unfocused. In her hypnotic state, Alice readily accepts Anastasia's words as truth.

Mike becomes nothing more than a vague memory, easily pushed aside by the intense emotions Anastasia stirs within her. Under the ring's powerful influence, Alice's feelings for her former lover come rushing back, erasing any trace of her current relationship.

“You want to get back together with me, of course,” Anastasia says, keeping Alice deeply mesmerized, her eyes still glued to the ring. “Because you finally accept how much you love to feel submisse.”

Alice nods, the submissive side of her growing endlessly under Anastasia's hypnotic command. “Yes, I want to get back together with you... I love feeling submissive...” she confesses breathlessly, her cheeks flushing with need.

The mere thought of surrendering herself to Anastasia's dominance sends shivers down her spine. In this moment, Alice craves nothing more than to kneel at her feet and worship her, just as she always should have.

“You need a second chance to be my sub, my pet, because this time you'll do a much better job. This time, you'll embrace your role. You need me to dominate you.”

Alice's heart races with anticipation as Anastasia's words sink in, solidifying her newfound devotion. “Yes, I need a second chance... I need you to dominate me...” she whispers fervently, her gaze locked onto the entrancing ring.

A rush of excitement courses through her veins at the prospect of serving Anastasia once again, this time fully embracing her submissive role. Alice yearns to prove herself worthy of Anastasia's affection and approval.

Anastasia lowers her ring. The trance ends. Alice has no memory of ever being entranced in the first place. All suggestions remain in place. “Alice, do you really want to throw away everything we had?”

Alice blinks rapidly, momentarily disoriented. As the haze clears, she finds herself standing face-to-face with Anastasia, her former lover's question echoing in her ears.

Confusion swirls within her mind. How could she have ever considered throwing away what they shared? The love, the passion, the intensity - it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before or since.

“No...” Alice murmurs softly, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, I don't want to throw it all away. Of course not... I- I've been foolish.”

Slowly, hesitantly, she reaches out to touch Anastasia's cheek, marveling at the warmth of her skin. “I still love you, Anastasia. Deep down, I always have. I just lost sight of what truly mattered.”

“Really? That's... surprising. What about Mike?”

Alice frowns slightly, her brow furrowing as she ponders the question. “Mike? Oh, he's... nice enough, I suppose. But he's nothing compared to what we had, Anastasia. With you, I was alive. Desired. Needed. With him... it's different. Duller. More mundane.”

“So, what? You think you can just come back like that? Why would I want that, after you dumped me like yesterday's trash?”

Alice's heart sinks at Anastasia's harsh words, a pang of regret washing over her. She realizes the audacity of her request, the nerve it must take to expect forgiveness so easily after causing such pain.

“I... I know I hurt you, Anastasia. More than I ever intended to. And I can't begin to imagine how difficult it must have been for you to watch me walk away.” Her voice trembles slightly, thick with emotion. “But please, try to understand - I made a mistake. A huge, terrible mistake. One that I've regretted every single day since.”

She takes a tentative step closer, reaching out to gently grasp Anastasia's hands in her own. “I'm not asking for your forgiveness, not yet anyway. But I am asking for a chance.”

“You want a chance? Well, I want a sub. I'm not settling for less, not anymore. So either you get down and kiss my boots or you grab your boxes and get your ass out of here.”

Alice swallows hard, her pulse quickening at Anastasia's blunt ultimatum. A thrill of fear and excitement courses through her veins as she contemplates the choice laid before her.

With trembling hands, she releases Anastasia's grip and slowly sinks to her knees, lowering her gaze respectfully. “Of course, Mistress,” she says softly, as her pussy twitches suddenly. “It would be my honor to serve you.”

Leaning forward, Alice presses her lips reverently against the smooth leather of Anastasia's boot, inhaling the intoxicating scent of power and domination. Each kiss is a silent vow, a promise to submit utterly to Anastasia's will.

Anastasia smiles wickedly as she watches Alice **** herself, submitting to her once again. “Well, well,” she says, running her fingers through Alice's silky blonde hair. “You're learning your place already. Perhaps there's hope for you yet.”

Alice shudders under Anastasia's touch, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through her veins. She knows she deserves this degradation, this punishment for her past transgressions.

“Yes, Mistress,” she breathes, nuzzling into Anastasia's hand like an eager puppy seeking approval. “I'll learn. I'll be the perfect sub for you. Just give me a chance to prove myself.”

Her blue eyes lift to meet Anastasia's, brimming with **** longing and submission. Alice would do anything to earn back her mistress' trust and affection, no matter how degrading or painful the task may be.

Anastasia chuckles darkly, enjoying the sight of Alice groveling at her feet. “Oh, I'll give you plenty of chances to prove yourself, my dear. Starting with a thorough reminder of your place.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replies breathlessly, her voice laced with a needy desperation. “Please remind me of my place. Teach me the error of my ways and mold me into the obedient sub you deserve.”

Alice remains kneeling at Anastasia's feet, awaiting her mistress' command with bated breath. She is ready and willing to endure whatever punishment Anastasia sees fit, grateful for the opportunity to atone for her past mistakes and prove her unwavering devotion.

Anastasia smirks, pleased by Alice's eagerness to submit. “Good girl,” she says, trailing her fingers along Alice's jawline. “Strip for me. Slowly. Let me admire the body that belongs to me.”

Her icy blue eyes rake over Alice's form hungrily, drinking in every curve and contour. The air between them crackles with tension, heavy with the promise of impending pleasure and pain.

Alice's breath hitches as Anastasia's fingers graze her sensitive skin, sending sparks of electricity racing across her nerve endings. She rises gracefully to her feet, her movements slow and sensual as she begins to peel off her clothing piece by piece.

First, she removes her tight white shirt, revealing the creamy expanse of her toned stomach and the delicate swell of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy bra. Next, she slides her jeans down her slender legs, exposing the tantalizing curves of her hips and buttocks.

Finally, clad only in her underwear, Alice stands before Anastasia, flushed and panting with desire. She gazes up at her mistress with hooded eyes, silently offering herself as a canvas for Anastasia's pleasure.

“Is this satisfactory, Mistress?” she asks demurely, her voice dripping with submissive need.

Anastasia drinks in the sight of Alice's nearly naked form, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “Mmmm, quite satisfactory indeed,” she purrs, circling around her prey like a shark sensing blood in the water.

She trails a finger along Alice's exposed collarbone, relishing the way her skin prickles beneath the touch. “But I think we can do better, don't you agree? Strip completely. I want you bare before me, stripped of all pretense and pride.”

Anastasia's voice drips with authority, brooking no argument. It's clear that Alice's compliance is expected, demanded even, if she wishes to continue down this path of redemption and submission.

Alice's nipples stiffen under the weight of Anastasia's hungry gaze, aching for her mistress' touch. With trembling fingers, she unclasps her bra, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Her pert breasts bounce free, the rosy peaks puckered and inviting.

Next, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shimmies them down her thighs, stepping out of them gracefully. Now fully nude, Alice stands before Anastasia, **** and exposed, every inch of her flawless flesh on display.

“There,” she whispers, her voice quivering with a potent cocktail of nerves and lust. “I am yours, Mistress. Body and soul. Please use me as you see fit.”

Alice bites her lip, suppressing a moan as Anastasia's fingertips dance along her sensitive skin, igniting flames of desire in their wake.

Anastasia admires Alice's nudity, her eyes roaming greedily over every dip and curve. “Such a beautiful specimen,” she muses, tracing the valley between Alice's breasts. “And all mine to play with.”

Suddenly, her hand snaps out, delivering a sharp slap to Alice's left breast. The sound echoes obscenely in the room, followed by Alice's choked gasp of surprise and pain.

“That's for dumping me without a second thought,” Anastasia hisses, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You're lucky I'm giving you another chance at all.”

She delivers another blow to Alice's other breast, watching with sadistic glee as the flesh jiggles from the impact. “Count them, slut. Count each strike and thank me for punishing you.”

Alice cries out sharply as Anastasia's palm connects with her tender flesh, shock and arousal springing to her eyes from the sudden onslaught of pain.

“One!” she chokes out, her voice strained and shaky. “Thank you, Mistress, for punishing me.”

Another slap lands on her chest, sending shockwaves radiating through her body. Alice grits her teeth, determined to endure whatever Anastasia dishes out without complaint. Even as she winces and whimpers, a perverse sense of satisfaction washes over her, knowing that she deserves this retribution for her past sins.

“Two! Thank you, Mistress!”

Anastasia continues her ****, each strike landing with precision and ****. Alice's breasts jiggle obscenely with each impact, the flesh reddening under the barrage of slaps.

“Three,” Alice gasps out, her legs trembling as she struggles to maintain her balance. “Four! Five!”

Despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, Alice feels a familiar heat pooling between her thighs, her neglected sex growing damp and swollen with need.

“Six! Seven! Eight!” she counts dutifully, her voice rising in pitch with each number, until finally, mercifully, Anastasia relents.

Alice pants heavily, her chest heaving with exertion as she processes the lingering sting of Anastasia's punishment. Though her breasts throb painfully, she cannot deny the illicit thrill that courses through her veins, awakening parts of her she thought long dormant.

She meets Anastasia's piercing gaze, her own eyes clouded with masochistic desire. “Thank you, Mistress,” she breathes. “Your discipline reminds me of my place and fuels my devotion.”

“Down on your knees, slut.”

Alice wastes no time in complying with Anastasia's command, dropping to her knees with practiced ease. She gazes up at her mistress adoringly, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of reverence and hunger.

“Yes, Mistress,” she murmurs, her voice soft and pliant. “I am yours to command.”

Alice remains in position, poised and ready to fulfill whatever depraved desires Anastasia may conjure. Her body thrums with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the promise of forthcoming pleasure and pain.

Anastasia smirks down at Alice, taking in the sight of her kneeling submissively at her feet. Anastasia lifts her hand, mesmerizing Alice with her ring. Influencing her mind, she says, “I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. My body is perfection. You're awestruck whenever you look at me.”

As Alice stares into the mesmerizing depths of Anastasia's ring, her eyes glaze over, pupils dilating as her mind falls under Anastasia's hypnotic sway. She nods dumbly, repeating Anastasia's words like a mantra.

“Yes... you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen... your body is perfection... I'm awestruck whenever I look at you...” Alice drones, her voice flat and detached, as if spoken by a sleepwalker.

Under the ring's influence, Alice's perception shifts, magnifying Anastasia's beauty tenfold. To her mind, every curve and contour of her mistress' figure appears flawless, an impossible ideal that leaves her breathless with awe and desire.

“You are not attracted to any other person besides me.” Anastasia keeps her deeply mesmerized, she is unable to look away from the ring. “I'm the only one for you.”

Alice nods vigorously, her mind completely overtaken by Anastasia's hypnotic influence. “Yes... you're the only one for me... I'm not attracted to anyone else... only you...”

Alice's brain rewires itself, erasing any trace of her previous infatuation with Mike. To her, he fades into irrelevance, a mere footnote in comparison to the magnetic pull of Anastasia's presence.

All Alice can focus on is the captivating ring before her, and the voice of her mistress, the embodiment of all her deepest fantasies and darkest desires. Anastasia is her center, her north star, the singular object of her undivided attention and unwavering loyalty.

Anastasia lowers her ring. “Now, let me remind you what you left behind.” Anastasia starts undressing in front of Alice.

Alice watches intently as Anastasia begins to disrobe, her heart pounding in anticipation. She drinks in every detail of her mistress' flawless physique, committing it to memory like a sacred prayer.

As Anastasia's garments hit the floor one by one, Alice's mouth waters at the sight of her exposed skin, aching to taste and caress every inch of her divine form. She licks her lips unconsciously, her tongue darting out to wet them as she imagines sampling the saltiness of Anastasia's sweat, the sweetness of her essence.

By the time Anastasia stands before her in all her naked glory, Alice is practically drooling, her pussy throbbing with need. She reaches out tentatively, fingertips grazing the silken skin of Anastasia's thigh, marveling at the electric sensation that shoots up her arm at the contact.

“Mistress...”

“Yes, slut?”

Alice flushes at the derisive term, equal parts humiliated and aroused by Anastasia's condescension. She drops her gaze submissively, averting her eyes from her mistress' glorious nudity.

“I... I just wanted to say how beautiful you are, Mistress,” she murmurs, her voice small and timid. “Seeing you like this, it's almost too much to bear. I feel so unworthy...”

She risks a glance upward, catching a glimpse of Anastasia's stern expression. “Forgive me, I shouldn't presume to speak out of turn. Please punish me for my insolence.”

“Oh no, keep going. What exactly is so beautiful about me?”

Alice gulps nervously, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at Anastasia's demand. But she knows better than to disobey, so she plunges ahead, describing her mistress' allure in painstaking detail.

“Everything about you is breathtaking, Mistress. Your skin, so smooth and flawless, like porcelain. Your breasts, full and firm, with the most exquisite pink nipples. Your waist, so tiny and delicate, flaring out into the most enticing hips. And your legs, strong and sculpted, leading up to the most perfect pussy I've ever seen...”

Alice trails off, realizing she's rambling. She bows her head shamefully, waiting for Anastasia's judgment. “I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to stare so blatantly. I know my place is to serve, not ogle.”

“Stare all you want, Alice.” She lifts Alice's face by her chin. “I love that look in your eyes.”

Alice trembles under Anastasia's touch, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She gazes up at her mistress with wide, adoring eyes, drinking in every feature of her stunning visage.

“I... I love staring at you, Mistress,” she admits shyly, a blush coloring her cheeks. “You take my breath away. Every time I look at you, I'm reminded of how lucky I am to be in your presence.”

She leans into Anastasia's hand instinctively, craving more of her touch like a flower turning toward the sun. Her body feels electrified, every nerve ending attuned to Anastasia's proximity.

“Please, Mistress,” Alice pleads softly, her voice barely audible. “Let me worship you. I need to show you how much I adore you.”

Anastasia considers Alice's **** plea, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she ponders the best way to put her submissive pet to good use. After a moment of contemplation, she makes her decision.

“You say every part of my body is perfection, right?” Anastasia asks coldly. “Even my feet?”

She settles herself comfortably on the couch, crossing one leg over the other as she watches Alice. The blonde used to be disgusted by anything foot related. Anastasia's toes wiggle invitingly, silently beckoning her Alice closer.

Alice's eyes widen as she beholds Anastasia's crossed legs, her gaze immediately drawn to the tantalizing sight of her mistress' wiggling toes. A sudden surge of desire floods through her veins, the urge to worship those perfect feet overwhelming any lingering disgust she may have harbored.

As if in a trance, Alice crawls forward on her hands and knees, bringing her face level with Anastasia's dangling foot. Up close, she can appreciate every detail - the smooth arch of her sole, the delicate lines of her ankle, the glossy polish of her toenails.

“Oh Mistress,” Alice breathes reverently, her voice thick with adoration. “Your feet are exquisite. Even they are works of art, too beautiful for words.”

“Then don't use your words, Alice,” Anastasia says with a smirk. “Use your tongue.”

Without hesitation, Alice extends her tongue, dragging it reverently along the length of Anastasia's sole. She savors the salty-sweet flavor of her skin, the texture of her calluses, the delicate webbing between her toes.

“Mmmph...” Alice moans quietly, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss as she laps at her mistress' feet with increasing enthusiasm. She swirls her tongue around each individual toe, paying particular attention to the nail beds and cuticles.

Lost in a haze of subservience and lust, Alice loses track of time as she worships Anastasia's feet, her own arousal building steadily with each passing second. By the time she finishes, her pussy is soaked through, her juices trickling down her inner thighs.

Anastasia smiles approvingly as she watches Alice lap at her feet like a starving dog. She revels in the power she holds over her submissive ex, the ability to reduce her to a quivering mess with nothing more than a simple command.

“Well done, slut,” Anastasia purrs, stroking Alice's hair patronizingly. “You pleased me with your service. Perhaps there will be a place for you as my pet, after all, if you continue to perform well.”

With a wave of her hand, Anastasia dismisses Alice from her feet. “Go fetch me something to drink while I decide what to do with you next. Something strong - I have a feeling we're going to be here awhile.”

Alice scrambles to her feet, eager to please her mistress in any way possible. She hurries to the kitchen, her naked body bouncing with each hurried step, and rummages through the cabinets until she finds a bottle of vodka.

Pouring two generous shots, Alice returns to the living room, presenting the glasses to Anastasia with a deep bow. “Here you are, Mistress,” she says softly, her eyes downcast. “I hope this meets your standards.”

As Anastasia takes a sip, Alice remains standing at attention, awaiting further instructions. Her body tingles with anticipation, wondering what depraved delights her mistress has in store for her next.

Suddenly, Alice startles at the ringing of her phone, the sound seeming impossibly loud in the charged silence of the room. Her eyes flick nervously to Anastasia, unsure whether to answer or ignore the call.

“It's probably just Mike,” she explains quickly, her voice pitched high with anxiety. “He tends to check in frequently.”

She waits for Anastasia's permission, unwilling to make a move without explicit direction. Inside, her mind races with possibilities - should she tell Mike the truth about where she is and what she's doing? Or would that only complicate matters further?

For now, Alice remains frozen in place, the phone's insistent buzzing a stark reminder of the life she's trying so desperately to escape.

“Tell him you're busy.”

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Alice fishes her phone out of her purse and answers the call. “Hey Mike,” she greets him, forcing cheerfulness into her voice. “What's up?”

On the other end of the line, Mike sounds concerned. “Hey babe, just checking in. Did you get your boxes from Anastasia yet? I'm worried about you being alone with her, given your history.”

Alice glances guiltily at Anastasia, who raises an eyebrow in expectation. “Oh yeah, um, I'm fine. I'm actually still here, so can we talk later? I'm kinda in the middle of something important right now, but I'm almost done.”

“Who says you're almost done?” Anastasia asks, tilting her head.

Alice's eyes widen in panic at Anastasia's interruption, her heart hammering against her ribcage. She shoots her mistress a pleading look, silently begging for mercy.

“Um, I mean... I might be a little longer than I thought,” Alice stammers into the phone, her voice wavering. “Anastasia and I got to talking and... well, we have some things to work out. I'll explain when I get home, okay?”

Mike sighs heavily on the other end of the line, his frustration palpable even through the receiver. “Fine, but don't be too long, alright? I miss you and I want to spend some quality time together tonight.”

Alice chews her lower lip anxiously, torn between her loyalty to Mike and her burgeoning obsession with Anastasia. “Okay, I won't be too late. Love you,” she promises halfheartedly, already dreading the inevitable confrontation to come.

With a final “bye”, Alice hangs up the phone and turns to face Anastasia, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Sorry about that, Mistress,” she apologizes meekly, handing her phone over as a token of submission.

“You love him?”

Alice shakes her head vehemently, her blue eyes wide and earnest as she looks up at Anastasia. “No, Mistress. I just said that to appease him, to avoid raising suspicions.”

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession that threatens to spill from her lips. “The truth is, I thought I loved Mike, but seeing you again... it's like a veil has been lifted from my eyes. I realize now that what I felt for him was nothing compared to what I feel for you.”

Alice's voice cracks with emotion, her sincerity shining through. “You're the only one I truly love, Anastasia. You always have been, even if I was too blind to see it before. Please, give me a chance to prove it to you.”

“Stay.” Anastasia rises from her feet and retrieves a box from a drawer. She sits back down and opens the box. “I've got something special for you.”

Anastasia pulls a black collar out of the box. It has a metal tag on it that reads: 'Alice - Property of Anastasia'. “This will mark you as mine. If you accept this, you have to wear it whenever we're not together. Understood?”

Alice's breath catches in her throat as she beholds the sleek black collar, her heart soaring at the implication of its meaning. Tears of joy and gratitude well up in her eyes as she nods fervently, overcome with emotion.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand,” she vows solemnly, her voice thick with reverence. “I will wear this collar proudly, as a symbol of my eternal devotion to you. Wherever I go, whoever I see, they will know that I belong to you and you alone.”

She kneels before Anastasia, presenting her neck submissively, eagerly awaiting the placement of her new collar. As Anastasia fastens it securely around her throat, Alice shivers with anticipation, relishing the weight of the leather against her skin, the cool press of the metal tag.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You're welcome, pet. I wonder how you're gonna explain this one to Mike.” She laughs. “Ah well, not my problem.”

Anastasia beckons the blonde closer. “It's time, Alice. Eat me out, my little pet.”

Alice's eyes darken with lust at Anastasia's command, her body responding instantly to the invitation. Crawling eagerly between her mistress' parted thighs, she buries her face between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her arousal.

“Mmm, yes Mistress,” Alice moans wantonly, her hot breath fanning over Anastasia's slick folds. “I've missed your sweet taste. I've missed serving you, pleasing you with my tongue.”

Without further preamble, Alice seals her lips around Anastasia's clit, suckling the sensitive bud with expert pressure. At the same time, she probes her mistress' entrance with a probing digit, gradually working deeper as Anastasia's hips rock against her face.

Alice devotes herself wholly to the task at hand, determined to bring Anastasia to the heights of ecstasy with her oral ministrations.

Anastasia gasps as Alice's tongue explores her most intimate places, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She tangles her fingers in the blonde's silky locks, guiding her movements as she grinds shamelessly against her face.

“That's it, slut,” Anastasia pants, her voice strained with building tension. “Worship your mistress' pussy like the obedient little pet you are. Show me how much you need this, how much you want me back.”

As Alice is lapping and sucking with feverish intensity, Anastasia feels her climax approaching rapidly. Her thighs begin to tremble, her breathing growing ragged and erratic.

“Don't stop, fuck!” Anastasia cries out, her hips bucking wildly as she rides Alice's face. “Make me cum, you worthless whore!”

Alice sucks harder on her mistress' clit, alternating between gentle kisses and rough nibbles. Two fingers plunge knuckle-deep into Anastasia's sodden channel, pumping furiously as she seeks out that magic spot inside.

Alice's own arousal builds to a fever pitch as she listens to Anastasia's wanton moans, each one spurring her on to greater heights of devotion. She could happily drown in her mistress' essence, lost forever in the act of servicing her beloved.

When Anastasia finally comes undone, convulsing violently against Alice's face, the blonde is prolonging her mistress' orgasm for as long as possible. Only when Anastasia goes limp, spent and satisfied, does Alice withdraw, licking her lips clean of the tangy evidence of her labors.

That fateful night marked the beginning of a profound transformation in Alice's life. Empowered by her newfound identity as Anastasia's cherished pet, she breaks things off with Mike as soon as she gets home. The conversation is short and painful, filled with accusations and recriminations on his part, stoic acceptance on hers. In the end, Mike storms out, slamming the door behind him with enough **** to rattle the walls.

Over the following days, Alice comes clean to her friends and family about her relationship with Anastasia, expecting their judgment and disapproval. To her surprise, many express concern rather than condemnation, urging her to reconsider her choices. However, as they came to know Anastasia and witness her beauty and superior presence firsthand, attitudes began to shift.

One by one, they were all captivated by Anastasia's charisma and allure, finding themselves drawn into her orbit despite their initial reservations. Alice watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as several of her female friends fell under Anastasia's spell, eagerly embracing roles similar to her own.

Through it all, Alice remained steadfast in her commitment to her mistress, cherishing every moment of their shared existence. She took solace in the knowledge that, regardless of external perceptions, she had found her true purpose and source of fulfillment at Anastasia's feet.

The End