MINE

"Gwyn!" Anastasia yelled, walking into work. "Gwyn! Come on out darling, I know you're hiding!" As Ana searched for Gwyn, her newest recruit, she scanned the beautiful home to her club, MINE. Tonight was the 5th anniversary of MINE being opened and she was shocked at how the little shop of horrors had grown.

"Boo!" She heard a little squeak behind her and jumped, being shaken from her reminiscing "Ooops, sorry Ma'am," Gwyn pipped, bowing her head, "didn't mean to scare you."

"Awh pet," Anastasia ran her cold metal rings against Gwyn's jawline tipping her chin up to meet her eyes, "I don't get scared, that's your job."

"Yes, Ma'am," Gwyn said almost involuntarily, while Stasia tapped her cheek in approval.

"Do you have updates for me, little one?" The taller woman asked, setting her bag down on a tall, black, chrome table and sitting in the barstool next to it and crossing her legs gracefully.

"Y-yes Ma'am, everyone who was invited is showing up, according to RSVPs. And then there is, of course, the rush of non-VIPs we get every night, and of course th-the regular Friday night crowd, so we are now estimated at a-about 5000 people Ma'am." Gwyn stuttered out, hoping to please Ana, who merely smiled and slinked off the barstool to walk to the bar.

She turned on her heels about halfway there and winked at the smaller woman across the room. "Good Girl, Gwyn."

Gwyn shuddered as Ana reached the bar, "Hey, Stass!" The head bartender and Ana's oldest friend Daniel greeted her, grabbing a bottle of scotch and a glass.

"Hey, Daddy Dan, how you holding up with her?" Anastasia whimsically pointed to where she thought Gwyn was standing.

"Who? Gwyn?" she nodded taking a sip of her scotch, "Training is going great! She called me Daddy the other night accidentally in little space, which usually means we're heading in the right direction." Dan smiled taking a sip of his own scotch.

Dan and Anastasia went way back. Further back then either of them would like to admit. They were each other's firsts. First kiss, first time, first heartbreak, first everything. When Dan found his kinky side he wanted to dominate her, bad, and that is how Ana found out she's the ball-busting dominatrix she is. And let's just say Dan never tried to dominate her again.

"That's awesome Daniel, she's perfect for you." She took another sip. "Doing great on my end too, thanks for asking." She quipped.

"Still nothing huh." Dan finished off his scotch and chuckled" "I know it must suck to be the hottest, richest, most powerful Domme in New York." He laughed.

Obviously not amused, Anastasia downed the rest of her scotch and stood up angrily from the bar, grabbing her bag and heading to her office. Dan sighed and ran after her, almost running over Gwyn on the way. "Everything okay Sir?" She asked innocently, looking up at Dan with adoration in her eyes.

"Yes baby, all good, Miss Stasia is just pissing me off right now." He said loud enough for Ana to hear, through her now-closed office door. He kissed Gwyn's forehead as Satsia opened the door.

She had changed from her usual outfit: a pair of tight, black, high-rise, skinny jeans, and a cropped sweater, to all leather. A leather corset with shiny buckles hugged her torso tight. Her breasts spilled generously over the top and her long, pitch-black hair was up in a neatly orchestrated bun. On the bottom, she wore black-lace panties and garters, with her classic Louboutin heel.

"Is Andrè downstairs?" she asked, walking past the couple and towards the stairs leading to the dungeon. She picked up the phone on the wall near the stairs and pushed the intercom button. "Andrè meet your Mistress downstairs in 5 minutes or less. You know where to be." She shot Dan a look that could kill before descending the staircase to her playrooms.

The further Ana got down the stairs the more she felt in her element. The lights darkened but still shining was the slick red chrome and black leather that lined the walls in a block pattern. Chains hung from the ceiling at varying heights, and dark finished wood furniture could be seen through the two-way mirrors that extended the length of each private room. She let out a sigh of pride. Look at what I built.

As she let her anger at what Dan said mellow out into pure energy, she walked down the halls of private rooms, most of which were empty this early in the evening. She noticed that Xavier and Mitchell were in their room, most likely practicing for tonight. Watching until a lull in the action, she did her signature knock that all participants in MINE's rooms knew meant 'It's Mistress Stasia, I'm coming in.'

Xavier, a man who by the look of him could've been as dominant as they come, was usually on his knees begging for mercy from Mitchell. A man who by the look of him, well, he was pretty damn domineering as well. "Good boy, my pet." Mitchell cooed as Stasia walked into the room. She clicked her way over to where Xavier was tied to a St. Andrew's cross with a spider gag in his mouth.

"Mitchell." She said curtly to the dominant, constantly maintaining not only her power over his sub but himself as well. This showed the world how much control she had over her club. All dominant members, before dominating anyone in her club must submit to her first, To show them the true strength it takes. The session 5 years ago between her and Mitchell when the club first opened was one of her favorites to remember.

"Miss Stasia," He nodded, stroking Xavier's cock lightly, "we're just getting ready for tonight, getting him all wound up and on the edge, right puppy?" Xavier looked up at Anastasia with pleasure behind his glossy eyes and drool running down his chin.

"Beautiful." Anastasia said simply, pinching Mitchell's nipple and walking out the door, "See you slutty boys tonight." Mitchell looked over his shoulder and rubbed his sore nipple as she closed the door behind her.

She knew it had been way more than 5 minutes, and that was her plan all along. She needed Andrè to be shaking in anticipation by the time she got to him. She didn't go in the main door, no, that would be too obvious. Andrè's base position for starting scenes also starting with him facing the door so he would know the instant he saw her patent leather Louboutin that he was in for it. She went down a hidden flight of stairs to the liquor storage room which had another hidden flight of stairs that leads directly into the Master (or Mistress) playroom. The secret door was oiled perfectly. Disguised as one of the red panels she swung it open, smiling slyly as she saw her friend, with benefits, of course, kneeling with his ankles crossed behind him, shoulders hunched forward. She noted this of course, rather than him sitting with perfect posture and hands palms up, the intended position. She walked over on her toes as to not click her 6-inch stilettos. As she reached Andrè she chuckled making her presence known to him. The submissive instantly snapped into position. "Awh dumb little slut, can't even stay in your place before Mistress gets here, how are you supposed to please me if you can't even do what I asked of you before we start?" She taunted, pulling at his hair, causing him to let a heavy breath out of his mouth he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"M-mistress, I'm sorry" Andrè stuttered, not daring budge now, his fingers and cock twitched needing action.

"I was gonna have fun with you, maybe even give you that reward you've been waiting for." She toyed, running her sharp nails down her sub's back, sending shivers down his spine. She was trying to get him to move, but he didn't dare. "How long has it been, pet?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Andrè hadn't cum in over a month. His only source of pleasure has been sessions with Ana, which were quite pleasing of course. However, with no real release, he had been struggling lately, slacking even. Anastasia even put his member in a cage and kept the key in a hidden location due to her finding him on the bed in their playroom watching her porno's and palming himself.

"42 days, Mistress Stasia." He said without even thinking, it was imprinted as if he had been scratching a tally into the wall every day since the last time he had an orgasm.

"Huh...interesting." Anastasia did the signal for her sub to get up. He rose instantly, moving his position to stand, shoulder-width apart, hands clasped right above his ass. He was still facing the door, which played towards her advantage. All the toys were behind him, hanging on the wall decoratively and tucked inside a huge wooden chest. She grabbed a length of rope and a gag and was ready to have her fun.