Anastasia was the head of the production company; her boss girls productions were renowned for their quality and creativity. She was always in charge, and many people looked up to her. However, tonight she was in a different kind of commanding mood. Pacing back and forth in her office, she could feel her heart racing with anticipation. Her assistant knocked on her door hesitantly, knowing that whatever was about to happen was not going to be pleasant.
"Come in," she called out, not even looking up from her desk. The poor guy stepped in nervously, unsure of what was about to happen to him. She closed her laptop shut, setting it aside before standing up and walking calmly towards him, a sinister smile forming on her lips.
"Relax," she purred, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as she led him towards a chair in the middle of the room. He trembled under her touch as she gently guided him to sit down. She loomed over him, her formidable presence making him feel even smaller than he already did.
"You know how much I enjoy facesitting, don't you?" She asked calmly, her eyes boring into his. He nodded meekly, afraid to speak. "And you understand that when I ask someone to sit on your face, it's because I want them to," she continued, her voice now laced with an icy threat. He swallowed hard, feeling the cold fear creeping up his spine.
Without further ado, Anastasia walked over to the other side of the room, where a bound and gagged man was seated in a chair. His eyes widened in terror as he saw her approaching, knowing that this was it. She didn't say a word, simply pulling a surprised look on her face before sitting down on his lap, her thighs enveloping his face.
He struggled against his restraints, futilely trying to free himself from this humiliating situation. She sat there, her weight comfortably resting on his bound arms, looking down at him with a cruel smile. The anticipation mixed with fear was evident in his eyes, and she loved it.
"Do you enjoy this?" She asked softly, running a hand through her long, black hair. He shook his head furiously, silently pleading with her to let him go. She chuckled darkly, leaning closer to his ear to speak softly.
"Liar," she whispered menacingly before pulling away, sitting up straight and leaning over him, practically hovering above his face. She took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell of fear emanating from him. "You can stay like that for as long as I want," she said casually, flicking a lock of hair out of her face as she studied him.
Time seemed to stand still as Anastasia sat there, basking in the power she held over this pathetic man. She could feel him struggling against his bonds, trying to escape her dominance. But she wasn't going to let him go that easily. Not until she was good and ready.
Hours passed, and the man's face turned red from the lack of air. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but still, she refused to relent. She wanted him to suffer, to understand the true power she held over him. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she finally stood up, releasing his bound arms and causing him to collapse in a heap on the floor.
"That's enough for today," she said with a satisfied smile, walking back around her desk and sitting down again. She opened her laptop, seemingly forgetting about the traumatized man cowering on the floor. He looked up at her fearfully, wondering what she had planned for him next. But for now, the nightmare was over.
She continued to work on her computer, pretending like nothing had happened as if she were just another normal boss running a business. However, deep down inside, she was reveling in the power she held over her employees, knowing that she could make them dance to her tune anytime she wanted.
