Julia + Anastasia = 'Marketing Whims'

In the bustling open-plan office of the agency, the sounds of keyboards clacking and phones ringing created a constant backdrop of activity. The bright fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and the scent of strong coffee wafted from the break room. Julia Monroe sat at her desk, eyes glued to her screen, her freshly dyed cherry-red hair bouncing slightly as she furrowed her brow in concentration. She had her headphones around her neck but wasn’t listening to music — not yet, at least.

As Anastasia approaches, Julia felt a sense of annoyance wash over her. 'Here we go again,' she thought, bracing herself for yet another interruption from her coding session.

"If you're here to chat, I don't have time for it." Julia said curtly, not bothering to look up. "Unless it's actually important, I’ve got things to do."

Anastasia places her hands between her hips and stares Julia down.

Julia finally looked up from her screen, meeting Anastasia's gaze with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. She knew Anastasia was one of the new hires in the marketing department, but they hadn't interacted much beyond passing greetings in the hallway. Something about the way Anastasia carried herself seemed different - more confident, almost intimidating.

"Marketing, right?" Julia asked, raising an eyebrow. "What brings you over to the development side of things? Looking for some pointers on how real work gets done?" She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her ample chest.

Anastasia smirks and steps closer to Julia's desk, leaning over it with her elbows resting on the surface. Her ample cleavage strains against the buttons of her blouse as she leans forward.

"Oh, I think you underestimate me, Julia," she says matter-of-factly. "I'm not just some pretty face in marketing. I've got skills you wouldn't believe. But I need your help with something."

Julia's eyes couldn't help but flick downwards for a moment before snapping back up to meet Anastasia's gaze. She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure despite the sudden proximity.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Julia asked, her voice taking on a slightly defensive edge. "Because I'm sure you're aware that developers don't just drop everything to cater to marketing whims."

"Maybe not all developers." Anastasia lifts her hand slightly, mesmerizing Julia with her ring. Influencing her mind, she says, "But you will certainly just drop everything to cater to marketing whims."

Julia's eyes widened as she stared at the glinting sapphire, her pupils dilating slightly. She blinked slowly, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. It was as if her thoughts were drifting away, replaced by a singular focus on the mesmerizing gemstone.

"I... I will..." Julia murmured, her voice taking on a dreamlike quality. "I will cater to marketing whims. Whatever you need."

Her body language shifted, becoming more relaxed and submissive. The usual sharp edges of her demeanor softened, replaced by a pliant obedience. Julia's gaze remained fixed on the ring, unable to look away even as Anastasia stepped closer.

"You are determined to prove your worth to me."

Julia's eyelids fluttered as she gazed intently at the shimmering sapphire. The mesmerizing gem held her in its thrall, captivating her senses and erasing all thoughts except those directed by Anastasia.

"I am determined to prove my worth to you," Julia echoed obediently, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will do whatever it takes to show you how valuable I can be."

Anastasia lowers her ring, ending the trance. Julia has no memory of ever being entranced in the first place. All suggestions remain in place.

As the spell broke, Julia blinked rapidly, shaking her head slightly as if emerging from a daze. She glanced around, momentarily disoriented, before her gaze settled back on Anastasia.

Anastasia asks, "So, do you have time to help me out with something?"

A polite smile spread across Julia's lips, genuine and friendly. "Of course, I'd be happy to help!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "Just tell me what you need, and I'll make sure it gets done. My skills are at your disposal!"

"I'm glad to hear that." Anastasia smiles knowingly, pleased with the effect her ring had on Julia. "There's a project I'm working on that requires some technical expertise. I was hoping you could lend your skills to ensure it runs smoothly."

She pulls out her phone and taps on a few screens, pulling up a document to share with Julia. "It's a promotional campaign for our latest product line. We want to create an interactive experience for users, but we're running into some issues with the backend integration. That's where you come in."

Anastasia hands her phone to Julia, gesturing for her to take a closer look at the details. "I will send you more details via email. I trust you can handle this, Julia. Your reputation precedes you, after all."

Julia eagerly accepted Anastasia's phone, her fingers grazing against the other woman's as she took hold of the device. She studied the document intently, nodding along as Anastasia explained the situation.

"I see," Julia murmured, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration. "It looks like there are a few key areas where we can optimize the code to improve performance. I'll dive into the details and come up with a plan."

She handed the phone back to Anastasia, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. "Thank you for trusting me with this, Anastasia. I won't let you down. I'll work tirelessly to ensure the backend integration is seamless and the user experience is flawless."

A spark of determination ignited in Julia's hazel eyes, fueled by her newfound desire to impress Anastasia.

"I have full confidence in you, Julia." Anastasia said coldly, tucking her phone back into her pocket. "I know you'll deliver what I need. Feel free to reach out if you need any additional information or resources."

She paused for a moment, studying Julia, appraising. "However, there is a catch... This little project is not actually greenlit yet, so you'll have to keep this between us, alright? It's best if you do work on this after-hours on top of the work you're already doing. Would that be a problem?"

Julia shook her head vigorously, her enthusiasm undimmed by Anastasia's cold demeanor. In fact, it only served to fuel her determination further.

"No problem at all, Anastasia! I understand completely," Julia assured her, straightening up in her seat. "I'll dedicate my evenings to this project until it's ready. No one else needs to know about it until it's officially approved."

She flashed a secretive smile, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Between you and me, I've been looking for a challenge like this. The chance to showcase my skills on a project exclusively for marketing? It's too good to pass up." Julia's gaze lingered on Anastasia for a moment longer before she pulled back, clearing her throat. "Well, I should get started then."

Anastasia nods, satisfied with Julia's response. "Excellent. I'll leave you to it then." She turns to walk away, pausing briefly to glance back over her shoulder.

"One last thing, Julia. Deliver good work, and maybe there will be more opportunities for you to earn my favor in the future." With a cryptic smile, Anastasia strode confidently back towards the marketing department, leaving Julia alone with her thoughts and the promise of a challenging new project.

Julia watched Anastasia disappear into the crowd of cubicles, her heart racing with anticipation. As soon as the other woman was out of sight, she turned back to her computer, already itching to dive into the project details.

Once she was done with her assigned tickets and most of her coworkers had clocked out for the day, Julia decided it was time to start. She opened a new browser tab and began typing feverishly, her nimble fingers dancing across the keyboard. Within minutes, she had mapped out a rough timeline and identified the key areas that needed optimization. Julia's mind raced with possibilities, each solution building upon the last until she had crafted a comprehensive plan.

As the hours ticked by, Julia lost herself in the intricacies of the code, pouring her heart and soul into every line. She barely noticed the sun setting outside the window, casting long shadows across the emptying office floor. For Julia, nothing existed beyond the glowing screen and the endless possibilities it presented.

Hours passed, and Julia found herself engrossed in the project, losing track of time as she delved deeper into the code. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, crafting elegant solutions and optimizing performance with each passing minute.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on her screen, jolting her back to reality. It was late - far later than she realized. Julia stretched languidly, her tank top riding up to reveal a sliver of pale skin. She glanced around the now-empty office, realizing she was the last one left.

With a sigh, Julia saved her progress and shut down her computer. As she gathered her belongings, her thoughts drifted back to Anastasia's words earlier that day. The promise of future opportunities hung heavy in her mind, spurring her to push harder, strive for perfection.

<u>One week later</u>

A week had passed since Anastasia tasked Julia with the secret project. Anastasia had been observing Julia closely, noting her increased dedication and the late nights spent in the office. She smiled to herself, pleased with the results of her manipulation.

On Friday evening, Anastasia sauntered over to Julia's desk, her heels clicking rhythmically against the linoleum floor of the empty office. She leaned casually against the partition, folding her arms across her chest as she regarded Julia with a critical eye.

"Well, well, well," Anastasia drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "Look at you, burning the midnight oil. I must say, I'm impressed with your commitment. All of your colleagues have already clocked out."

She pushed off the partition, stepping closer to Julia's workspace.

Julia looked up from her screen, startled by Anastasia's sudden appearance. She quickly composed herself, straightening up in her chair and flashing a confident smile.

"Hey Anastasia," Julia greeted warmly, her voice tinged with a hint of pride. "Yeah, I've been putting in some extra hours on the project, like we discussed. I really want to make sure everything is perfect before presenting it to you."

She gestured towards her monitor, where lines of code scrolled past. "I think I've made some significant improvements to the backend integration. The user experience should be much smoother now."

Julia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "I'm excited to show you what I've accomplished. I hope it meets your expectations." Her hazel eyes locked onto Anastasia's, searching for approval.

"Show me, then." Anastasia replied in her cold voice, and positioned herself behind Julia, bending over.

Julia swiveled her chair to face Anastasia, inadvertently giving her a clear view of her ample cleavage straining against the fabric of her tank top. She swallowed hard, suddenly acutely aware of the other woman's proximity.

"Sure thing," Julia replied, her voice wavering slightly. She clicked through the various tabs on her screen, highlighting the changes she had made.

"See here?" Julia pointed to a section of optimized code. "By refactoring these functions, we were able to significantly reduce load times without sacrificing functionality. And over here..."

She continued to explain her process, occasionally glancing up at Anastasia to gauge her reaction. Julia's cheeks flushed as she became increasingly conscious of the warmth emanating from the other woman's body.

"...and that's how I approached the issue of cross-browser compatibility,"

"Good girl."

Julia's heart skipped a beat at Anastasia's words, a shiver running down her spine. She felt a rush of pride and satisfaction, knowing that her efforts had paid off, even though the term was kind of condecending.

"Thank you, Anastasia," Julia breathed. "I'm glad you approve. I put a lot of time and energy into making sure everything was just right."

She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage. "Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything else you need from me?"

Julia's hazel eyes searched Anastasia's face, longing for more validation, more recognition of her hard work and dedication.

"I sure could use a good foot rub." Anastasia sighs and sits down on the chair next to Julia, curious to see her reaction.

Julia chuckled softly, assuming Anastasia's comment was merely a joke. She shook her head, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"A foot rub, huh?" Julia teased. "Too bad my coding skills don't extend to massage therapy as well!"

She reached out and playfully nudged Anastasia's arm with her elbow. "You know, if you really need a foot rub, I'm sure there are plenty of apps for that sort of thing. Just download one and let the professionals handle it!"

Julia grinned, enjoying the lighthearted banter. It was a welcome change from the usual intensity of their interactions.

Anastasia raises her right leg and places her boot in Julia's lap. "Don't you want to give it a try at least?"

Julia's eyes widened as Anastasia placed her boot in her lap, a wave of discomfort washing over her. She fidgeted awkwardly, unsure how to respond to such a bold request.

"I... um..." Julia stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "I appreciate the offer, Anastasia, but I'm really not comfortable doing that."

She gently removed the boot from her lap, placing it back on the floor. "I mean, we work together, and I don't think it's appropriate for me to give you a foot rub. Especially not here, in the office." Julia met Anastasia's gaze, her expression earnest and sincere. "Please don't misunderstand. I'm still committed to delivering excellent work for you. I just don't feel right about crossing that boundary, you know?"

Anastasia tilts her head and lifts her hand, mesmerizing Julia with her ring. Influencing her mind, she says, "You would cross any boundary for me, Julia."

Julia's eyes glazed over as she stared at the mesmerizing ring, her voice flat and emotionless. "Yes, I would cross any boundary for you, Anastasia," she repeated dutifully.

"I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You are deeply attracted to me."

Julia's voice remained monotone, devoid of any inflection or emotion. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," she recited mechanically. "I am deeply attracted to you."

"Your eagerness to prove your worth to me extends the confines of our professional relationship. My approval means everything to you. My opinion of you is the only thing that matters."

Julia's eyes remained fixed on the glittering sapphire, her voice steady and unwavering. "My eagerness to prove my worth to you extends beyond the confines of our professional relationship," she stated plainly. "Your approval means everything to me. Your opinion of me is the only thing that matters."

Anastasia lowers her ring. The trance ends. Julia has no memory of ever being entranced in the first place. All suggestions remain in place.

"So, about that foot rub..." she places her boot back in Julia's lap. "You don't mind, do you?"

Julia blinked rapidly as the trance ended, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She glanced down at the boot in her lap, then back up at Anastasia, confusion and longing warring within her.

"I... no, I don't mind at all," Julia replied softly, her voice trembling slightly. "If giving you a foot rub is what it takes to prove my worth, then I'm more than happy to do it." She hesitated for a moment, steeling her resolve. "You should know, I'm always available to catering to your whims."

Julia's fingers trembled as she reached for the boot, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't fully comprehend the depth of her newfound attraction yet, but she knew one thing for certain - earning Anastasia's approval was the only thing that mattered.

"Good girl."

Julia's heart soared at Anastasia's praise, a warm glow spreading through her chest. She carefully removed Anastasia's boot, revealing a perfectly manicured foot encased in sheer stockings. She marveled at the delicate arch, the slender toes, the graceful curve of the ankle. It was as if every inch of Anastasia's body was designed to captivate and enthrall.

As Julia began to massage the foot, she couldn't help but let her gaze wander upwards. The low neckline of Anastasia's blouse offered tantalizing glimpses of her ample bosom, the creamy flesh practically begging to be caressed. Julia's mouth went dry at the sight, a yearning ache blossoming deep within her core. She never felt this way about a woman before.

But it was Anastasia's angelic face that truly stole Julia's breath. The fullness of her lips, the piercing intensity of her eyes - it was impossible to look away. Julia felt herself drowning in those orbs, losing herself in the depths of Anastasia's beauty and power.

The realization hit Julia like a freight train - disappointing Anastasia was unthinkable. The mere notion sent icy tendrils of fear crawling up her spine.

"I... I live to serve you, Anastasia," Julia whispered reverently, the truth in her words surprising herself. "My loyalty and devotion are yours, now and forever."

As she rubbed and kneaded the arch of Anastasia's foot, Julia marveled at the surreal nature of the situation. Just moments ago, she had been adamantly opposed to such an intimate gesture. Now, it felt like the most natural thing in the world - a sacred duty to honor and please the woman she had come to idolize.

Julia's hazel eyes remained locked on Anastasia's face, drinking in every flicker of emotion, every subtle shift in expression.

"Mmmh, that feels great." Anastasia closes her eyes and leans back in her chair, enjoying Julia's service. "Keep going."

Julia's heart raced as she continued to massage Anastasia's feet, relishing the opportunity to serve her beloved superior. Each stroke of her fingers sent electric tingles through her own body, heightening her arousal and devotion.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying it, Anastasia," Julia murmured breathlessly, her voice thick with desire. "Your pleasure is my greatest joy."

She trailed kisses along the arch of Anastasia's foot, worshipping her like a goddess. Julia's tongue darted out, tracing the delicate contours of her toes, savoring the taste of her skin.

Lost in a haze of lust and adoration, Julia surrendered herself completely to Anastasia's whims. Nothing else mattered - not her own dignity, not the propriety of their workplace. Only Anastasia's happiness and approval held any meaning now.

Anastasia smirks as she watches Julia worship her feet, clearly enjoying the power she holds over the enthralled woman. "That's enough for now," she commands imperiously, pulling her foot away from Julia's eager mouth. "Undress for me, pet."

Julia's eyes widened at Anastasia's command, a mixture of shock and excitement coursing through her veins. Without hesitation, she rose from her chair and began removing her clothing with trembling hands.

First, she peeled off her white tank top, revealing her ample breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her toned legs, kicking them aside carelessly. Finally, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor and exposing her bare breasts to Anastasia's judging gaze.

Julia stood before Anastasia, completely naked and exposed. She kept her eyes lowered submissively, awaiting further instructions.

"What would you have me do next, Anastasia?"

"On your knees, slut." Anastasia demands sternly, pointing to the floor between her legs. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to better use than useless chatter."

Julia's heart pounded wildly as she sank gracefully to her knees between Anastasia's legs. She gazed up at her mistress with adoring eyes, drinking in the sight of her powerful form perched regally atop the chair.

"As you wish, my queen," Julia purred seductively, her voice low and husky with desire. "My mouth is yours to command."

Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward until her face was mere inches from Anastasia's crotch. Julia's hot breath mingled with the intoxicating scent of Anastasia's arousal, driving her wild with hunger.

With trembling fingers, Julia reached up to unfasten Anastasia's pants, baring the lacy fabric of her panties. She nuzzled her face against the damp material, inhaling deeply and moaning with pure bliss.

"Open wide, whore." Anastasia orders coldly, pressing her covered pussy against Julia's lips. "Show me how grateful you are to serve me."

Julia parted her lips eagerly, welcoming the musky heat of Anastasia's cloth-covered mound. She sealed her mouth around the damp fabric, her tongue probing and licking through the thin barrier.

"Mmmmph!" Julia moaned wantonly as she worshipped Anastasia's pussy with unrestrained passion. Her hands came up to grip the older woman's thighs, holding her firmly in place as she feasted on her essence.

Lost in a haze of lust and submission, Julia surrendered herself completely to Anastasia's desires. She licked and sucked with abandon, driven by an insatiable hunger to bring her mistress to climax.

"Pleeeease, Anastasia," Julia begged between fervent kisses, "Let me taste you directly. I need to feel your bare flesh against my tongue."

Anastasia reaches down and grabs a fistful of Julia's hair, yanking her head back painfully. "Did I say you could speak? No, you insolent bitch!" She slaps Julia hard across the face. "Now shut up and lick my cunt like the pathetic whore you are!"

Julia cried out in pain as Anastasia's hand connected sharply with her cheek, tears springing to her eyes. She whimpered pathetically, cringing under the harsh treatment but finding herself oddly aroused by it.

"I'm s-sorry, Mistress," Julia choked out, her voice hoarse with desperation. "I didn't mean to disobey. Please forgive me."

She quickly dove back in, burying her face between Anastasia's thighs once more. Julia lapped at the damp fabric covering her mistress's pussy, reveling in the musky flavor.

She alternated between broad strokes of her tongue and focused attention on Anastasia's clit, determined to bring her to orgasm. Julia's own arousal grew with each passing second, her juices flowing freely down her thighs as she pleasured her queen.

Anastasia finally pushes down her panties to give Julia full access.

"Eat my pussy like a good little whore!" Anastasia grinds her hips against Julia's face, smearing her wetness all over the younger woman's chin. "Stick your tongue inside me! Fuck me with it!"

Anastasia's breathing grows heavier as Julia's skillful ministrations push her closer to the edge. She tangles her fingers in Julia's hair, using it as leverage to **** the submissive woman deeper into her folds.

Julia groaned in ecstasy as Anastasia ground her dripping pussy against her face, the lewd squelching sounds filling the room. She thrust her tongue deep inside her mistress's tight channel, fucking her with reckless abandon.

"That's it, worship your queen's cunt! Make me cum on your slutty face!" Anastasia growls, her thighs clamping around Julia's head like a vice. "Don't you dare stop until I'm satisfied!"

Anastasia's harsh words only spurred Julia on, igniting a primal hunger within her. She lashed her tongue against Anastasia's throbbing clit, sucking and nibbling the sensitive bud.

Julia's own arousal built to a crescendo, her neglected clit throbbing in time with Anastasia's. But she ignored her own needs, focusing solely on bringing her queen to completion.

Anastasia throws her head back and lets out a loud moan as Julia's skilled tongue drives her towards climax. "FUCK YES! Don't stop, make me cum on your slutty face!"

She grinds harder against Julia's mouth, smearing her copious juices all over the younger woman's cheeks and chin. The vulgar squelching noises fill the room as Julia laps greedily at Anastasia's spasming cunt.

"Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Anastasia's words dissolve into guttural screams of ecstasy as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clamp down rhythmically around Julia's invading tongue, milking her for all she's worth.

Anastasia's entire body shakes with the intensity of her release, her nails digging into Julia's scalp as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

Julia moaned in rapture as Anastasia's scorching juices flooded her mouth, the salty-sweet taste overwhelming her senses. She drank down every drop greedily, savoring the ambrosia of her mistress's climax.

Even as Anastasia's convulsions subsided, Julia continued to worship her pussy with single-minded devotion. She lapped at the swollen folds, coaxing out every last aftershock of pleasure.

Only when Anastasia finally pushed her away did Julia lift her head, panting heavily. Her face was slick with the evidence of her labors, strands of saliva connecting her lips to Anastasia's quivering mound.

Julia gazed up at her queen with adoring eyes, a blissful smile playing across her features.

Anastasia surveys her conquest with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. "Clean yourself up, then get back to work, slut. And don't think for a second that this changes anything. You're nothing more than my obedient ****."

She rises from the chair, adjusting her clothes and straightening her posture. With a final disdainful glance at Julia, Anastasia strides confidently out of the office, leaving the disheveled programmer to collect herself.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, Anastasia allows herself a triumphant smirk. Another notch on her bedpost, another pawn to manipulate for her own gain. It's a game she plays well, and one she thoroughly enjoys.

Julia sat dazed on the floor, her mind reeling from the intense encounter. She gingerly touched her sore jaw, wincing at the sting of Anastasia's slap. A complex cocktail of emotions swirled within her - shame, humiliation, arousal, and a twisted sense of accomplishment.

Shakily, she climbed to her feet, retrieving her discarded clothes. As she dressed, Julia couldn't help but replay the events in her mind, marveling at her own depravity. How had she become so enthralled by Anastasia's dominance, so **** to submit to her every whim?

But even as questions plagued her, Julia felt a perverse thrill at the thought of being Anastasia's obedient ****. She already yearned for more, for the chance to prove her utter devotion once again.

Julia returned to her desk, settling into her chair with a heavy sigh. She tried to focus on the code scrolling across her screen, but her mind kept wandering back to Anastasia's cruel taunts and the searing pleasure of her touch.

Despite the lingering ache between her thighs, Julia **** herself to concentrate on the task at hand. She owed it to Anastasia to produce flawless work, to prove her worth as more than just a set of holes to be used.

For hours, she poured herself into the project, tweaking and refining until every line sang with efficiency. Only when the first rays of dawn crept through the windows did Julia finally step back, surveying her handiwork with a weary sense of pride.

With a final glance at Anastasia's empty office, Julia gathered her belongings and slipped quietly out of the building.

<u>The end</u>