Dinner, Dancing, Brainwashing

Fifi guided Flint through the apartment to a fancy dinning room. It held room for a large table, but a much smaller, much more intimate one had been placed in the centre. It was loaded with covered trays. Two seats and settings. Standing next to the table was his new beloved Anastasia, ina familar dress.

While made of either leather or latex as well as a few changes in cut, it was an exact copy of the dress Lady Jaye had used on the mission with Eau De Cobra. Two straps, much thinner then the orginal held the dress up around her graceful neck. There was the bodice, lower cut and showing off more breasts, above a golden decorative disc. The shirt flowed to the floor, but was slit on the sides to allow quick movements of the legs. She even wore a small gold chain like Lady Jaye had worn. She finished it with the same shade of pink as Jaye, rather then her traditional red.

Which he notice as he focused on her lips as she spoke, "I see you notice the dress. I do not like wearing the same dress as another woman. Unless I can show off how much better I look in it then her? Do I not look better in this then Lady Jaye ever did?"

"Of course. Not one could argue with that." he answered, his mind now knowing that as the truth.

"Did Lady Jaye allow you to make love with her after that mission? All of my charming flirtation and seduction must have excited you. She could have relieved you of it." said the black haired woman as he walked to Flint and embraced him. In seconds, they were dancing in the dining room in all of the empty space.

"No, we didn't make love. Military rules, even with the Joes, makes that difficult. Even though looking back at it, I was more aroused then ever before." The chemicals which had altered his mind, now altered some of his memory without him noticing.

"I know that you love me more then anyone, Dashiell. But I must ask if you have any feelings left for Lady Jaye at all. You can tell me, lover."

"Everything pales when compared to you, but I still have love for Alison. If you didn't exist, I would be with her." Flint wanted to be truthful to his love, as he knew he couldn't say no if she asked for it.

"I can respect that not even Eau de Baroness could wash that away. At least... not without a push." she told him as she smiled devilishly as she continued, " You would do anything to make me happy, right Dash?"

"Of course! You ask it and I will do it."

"Including thinking and feeling what I ask you to? Because Lady Jaye has caused me much frustration and humiliation, made me look like a fool before others. She is my worst enemy. Which is why all of that love you felt for Alison is now flowing to me, your beloved Anastasia Cisarovna. As the love flows out, it is replaced by hatred. You see me as you love, your greatest ally and mistress. You see her as our enemy, who must be made to suffer and to be humiliated. You understand, don't you, Beloved?"

Flint had to admit, as Anastasia spoke, his emotions changed to please her. Where once he loved Alison, he now hated the Hart-Burnett woman for making his goddess look bad. Only to realize how much more he loved his own personal Venus of Eastern Europe. He answerd, "Of course, my love. The bitch needs to be punished for what she did to you."

The smile he got was reward for coming to his true lady's aid. As the finished, they moved to dinner. Where the main course was Chicken Kiev, a favourite of his love and soon his. While there was another seat, she sat on his lap. Which made it hard to dine, as her body rubbed often against his groin and cock. They would feed each other, but also occationally place food in their mouths and then kiss the other. Soon they were finished with the meal, save for dessert.

When he asked where it was, Ana said, "I prefer to serve dessert in... the bedroom. If you follow me."

They stood as they linked arms, as she guided her to her bedroom.