<p>Each Monday I'll be publishing a new entry in this series. It will allow me to explore all sorts of insanely hot femdom scenarios as Mistress Anya makes naughty videos with her submissive Grant. I hope you enjoy it!</p><p><img data-media-id="29672425" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Grant stared at the email in disbelief. It was a message from Mistress Anya, the goddess he’d worshiped from afar for years. She was looking for someone to help with her videos.</p><blockquote>My Sweet Submissive Grant,</blockquote><blockquote>I’m writing to inquire about your interest in starring in my forthcoming cuckold and femdom videos. The sub I’ve been using is moving across the country and I’ll need a replacement for him.</blockquote><blockquote>You’ve mentioned that you live outside Atlanta and my studio is downtown, so the commute should be doable. We typically shoot once or twice a week and you’d be paid $500 per scene.</blockquote><blockquote>My previous video sub wore a hood to hide his face and I’d be happy to let you do the same. Please let me know if you’re interested and I’ll provide you with more details.</blockquote><blockquote>With Warm Regards,</blockquote><blockquote>Mistress Anya</blockquote><p>Grant had been a member of Mistress Anya’s site for five years and he’d long harbored fantasies of being one of the lucky guys in her videos. She subjected them to such delights as an expert domme and Grant had long wished he could find a girlfriend willing to dominate him in the same way.</p><p>Some had been willing to try, but he hadn’t yet met a woman that embraced his eagerness to submit. The idea of starring in videos with Mistress Anya made him terribly nervous, but perhaps it was exactly what he needed. The fact that he’d be getting paid was a nice little bonus.</p><p>He wrote back:</p><blockquote>Mistress Anya,</blockquote><blockquote>Nothing would make me happier than to be the submissive in your videos. Feel free to send me the details, but I can’t imagine they’d include anything that would make me decline to take you up on this offer.</blockquote><p>Within an hour Mistress Anya had sent a reply:</p><blockquote>My Sweet Submissive Grant,</blockquote><blockquote>Thank you so much for the speedy reply. I appreciate your eagerness, but I want you to be absolutely certain that you’re on board for this. I know you’ve seen my videos (you’ve been such a loyal subscriber, which I love), but it’s different when you’re performing in them.</blockquote><blockquote>I strive to create genuine experiences in my videos, which means you’ll be submitting to all manner of things. Here’s a short list of things I will absolutely expect you to submit to: Heavy verbal humiliation, cuckolding, cum eating, bisexual play (oral and anal), piss drinking, corporal punishment (spanking, caning, flogging, etc), cum play (facials, wearing cum, etc), ass worship, CBT, smothering, strapon sex, feminization, foot worship, chastity play, trampling, face slapping, and more.</blockquote><blockquote>Please read that list carefully. I require a submissive that’s willing to submit to anything I desire and I don’t have time to bring you along slowly. I promise I will not do any permanent damage (though you will be bruised after some of the sessions) and there will be no cutting or fecal play.</blockquote><blockquote>If I choose you to be my submissive, I expect that you’ll behave professionally at all times. I expect you to enjoy yourself immensely, as well :)</blockquote><blockquote>Please get back to me if you’re still interested and we’ll set up a time to meet.</blockquote><blockquote>With Warm Regards,</blockquote><blockquote>Mistress Anya</blockquote><p>Grant developed an erection as he read through the list Mistress Anya had sent. He imagined some men would have been horrified by such a list, but to him it read like one naughty fantasy scenario after another. He certainly didn’t look forward to being caned or taking a facial from a man, but doing those things in service of Mistress Anya made his cock hard.</p><p>He wrote back:</p><blockquote>Mistress Anya,</blockquote><blockquote>I believe I’m the right submissive for this task. When can we meet?</blockquote><p>Two days later, Grant was tucked away in the corner of a Starbucks as he awaited the arrival of Mistress Anya. He’d shown up 30 minutes early to avoid any chance of disappointing her before they even met.</p><p>When she strode confidently through the door and turned to Grant, he felt weak in the knees. She was every bit the tall, leggy vision from her videos. Mistress Anya looked perfect dressed in tight black jeans, knee high leather boots, a tight black tank top, and a black leather jacket. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a thin choker around her neck.</p><p>Grant stood as she walked over to him and held out her hand. He took it and was surprised at the firmness of her grip.</p><p>“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Grant,” she said in a surprisingly cheerful voice.</p><p>For a moment Grant felt stupid for thinking she’d dominate him in the middle of a Starbucks. He had to remind himself that she was a professional and he was essentially attending an interview for a job he badly wanted.</p><p>“You too…uh, should I call you Anya?” Grant asked.</p><p>“Anya is fine in public. In private it will be Mistress or Mistress Anya,” she said as they sat at a small table in the corner.</p><p>Grant had ordered the latte Mistress Anya requested and she popped off the top and took a slow sip.</p><p>“Very good,” she said. “Now Grant, what makes you think you can actually do the job I’m offering?”</p><p>“I’m a true submissive,” he answered immediately and confidently. “Discovering that has been the best thing about being a member of your site. I love almost everything you post because it all focuses on male submission and the thrill of pleasing a woman like you.”</p><p>“And what about your love life? Does it not provide you with an opportunity to serve a deserving, dominant woman?” Mistress Anya asked as she leaned forward.</p><p>“Unfortunately not,” Grant answered as he looked downward. “I date pretty regularly and I’ve had plenty of girlfriends. Maybe it’s a mistake, but I keep holding out hope that I’ll find someone that takes genuine pleasure in being a little more dominant.”</p><p>“Look at me Grant,” Mistress Anya said. “This is very important. Do you understand that under no circumstances will you and I have a relationship outside of you serving as the submissive star of my videos?”</p><p>“Yes, of course,” Grant said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I was hoping you and I would date or anything.”</p><p>“That’s alright, Grant. You didn’t imply that. I just needed to check. I’ve had a few submissives that couldn’t handle that reality and behaved very badly,” Mistress Anya said.</p><p>“I run a fairly lean operation,” Mistress Anya said as she leaned back. “I handle most of the camera work on a typical shoot by using tripods or holding the camera myself, depending on what we’re shooting. Occasionally I’ll have an assistant or co-star hold the camera. From time to time you’ll be asked to shoot something from your point of view.”</p><p>“Okay. Sounds good,” Grant said as he thought of a strapon video he’d watched where the guy getting fucked pointed the camera at Mistress Anya and filmed her face as she pounded him.</p><p>“As you know, cuckolding is a significant part of what I do,” she said while crossing her legs. “I have a handful of bulls I work with for those scenes and they’re all tested before they shoot to ensure everyone’s safety. You’ll have to be tested too for scenes where any penetration will occur, including oral.”</p><p>Grant suddenly felt self-conscious. He looked around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear the increasingly explicit details Mistress Anya was sharing.</p><p>“You’re not getting nervous, are you Grant?” she asked.</p><p>“No, sorry, it just hit me that we’re talking about the kind of stuff that people don’t usually discuss in a Starbucks,” he replied.</p><p>“You’d be surprised,” Mistress Anya said with a smile. “Now as I mentioned in the email, I strive for authenticity in my scenes, which means you will suffer. Are you sure you’re prepared for that? Are you ready to suffer for me?”</p><p>The way she said it captivated Grant. It was like she turned on her dominant charms just to deliver that one delicious line. “I am, mistress,” he said.</p><p>“Very good,” Mistress Anya said as she leaned forward. “Then you’re hired, tentatively. I’ll email you to schedule a test shoot and if everything works out you’ll be my new submissive going forward.”</p><p>She stood up and Grant hopped to his feet to walk out with her.</p><p>“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Mistress Anya said as they stood outside the Starbucks. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of aviator sunglasses. They looked utterly perfect on her.</p><p>“You too,” Grant said. “Thank you for this opportunity.”</p><p>“I’ll email you shortly,” she said before striding confidently across the parking lot and getting into an Audi.</p><p>As he drove home, Grant wondered if he was making a mistake. He wondered if he could really handle what Mistress Anya wanted to do with him. Could he really suck someone else’s cock? Could he really take a harsh, genuine caning that would leave bruises on his ass? Could he really submit to anal sex from her strapon, or from one of the bulls she worked with?</p><p>Grant’s sexuality had expanded over the five years he’d been a member of Mistress Anya’s site, but his real world experience was limited. He’d fantasized about much of it, but in real life he hadn’t done much more than a few brushes with cuckolding, a few hard spankings from a willing girlfriend, and numerous facesitting sessions.</p><p>Despite his misgivings, he was thrilled to find an email from Mistress Anya when he got home. He was scheduled for a test shoot in two days. He’d be spending his Saturday in her studio, though she didn’t offer any clues as to what the experience would entail.</p><p>He sent a grateful email confirming that he’d be there for the training session and then pulled up Mistress Anya’s site, pulled down his pants, and enjoyed a long masturbation session as he fantasized about being the submissive in her videos.</p><p><br></p><p>Mistress Anya’s studio was more impressive than Grant had expected. There were two dungeon sets, a bedroom set, and a rather warm and comfortable looking living room set along with a separate room filled with props that could change the look of each set with tease.</p><p>“Welcome, Grant,” Mistress Anya said as she took her new submissive into a warm embrace. She was dressed in comfortable jeans and a white off the shoulder sweater. “Did you remember to bring the contracts I sent?”</p><p>Grant reached into his bag and pulled out the aforementioned contracts. She’d emailed them along with a recommendation that Grant have a lawyer look them over before he signed. They were standard release forms along with an agreement that he’d be paid $500 for each scene that ended up on her website.</p><p>“Thank you very much,” Mistress Anya said as she took the contracts and leafed through the pages to ensure Grant had signed in all the relevant spots.</p><p>“As you can see it’s just going to be the two of us today,” Mistress Anya said as she gestured around the otherwise empty studio. “We’ll be doing a shoot in the dungeon that will include chastity play, verbal humiliation, body worship, and a bit of light impact play. It shouldn’t be too difficult to handle.”</p><p>“Sounds good,” Grant said as Mistress Anya held his gaze in a way he found utterly mesmerizing.</p><p>“Have you decided if you want to wear a hood or not?” she asked.</p><p>Grant had spent quite a bit of time considering whether he wanted to show his face in these videos. He relished the idea of being Mistress Anya’s submissive and being subjected to her whims, but he wasn’t ready to show his face yet.</p><p>“I’d like to wear a hood if that’s okay,” Grant admitted.</p><p>“Of course,” Mistress Anya said as she reached out and caressed Grant’s arm. “I don’t like to waste time, so we’re going to get started right away.”</p><p>Grant followed as Mistress Anya walked to the dungeon set. The walls were lined with an impressive variety of toys and tools for punishment.</p><p>“Strip, please,” she instructed him.</p><p>Grant quickly removed and folded his clothes before placing them on a bench outside the set. Mistress Anya stripped as well before changing into a pair of black fishnet pantyhose, leather shorts, knee high leather boots, and a leather halter top. She pulled her long dark hair into a tight ponytail and just like that she’d transformed into a mouth-watering dominatrix.</p><p>There were four cameras situated around the dungeon set, each positioned to capture a different angle of the action that would unfold in front of it.</p><p>Grant felt slightly uncomfortable as he stood naked in the middle of the room. His cock was soft and small and the chill in the air didn’t help.</p><p>“There’s no need to feel self-conscious, Grant,” Mistress Anya said as she approached with a black leatherette hood in her hand. “Put this on and we’ll get started.”</p><p>Grant took the hood from her and pulled it over his head. The fit was snug and he loved the instant sense of submission that coursed through his body.</p><p>“How does that feel?” Mistress Anya asked.</p><p>“I love it,” Grant answered.</p><p>“Very good,” she said before turning and retrieving a studded black leather collar from the table behind her. Without asking Mistress Anya affixed it to Grant’s neck and smiled. “Now you look like a proper submissive. Do you have any questions before we begin filming?”</p><p>“Is there anything you need from me, performance wise?” he asked.</p><p>“I need you to follow your submissive instincts. It’s best if you try and forget you’re being filmed and act like this is just a professional domme session. Try your best not to look directly into the camera unless I’m holding it. You may refer to me as Mistress or Mistress Anya. Remember that I’m in charge and your task is to follow my directions. If I ask you a question answer it truthfully. Do you think you can handle all of that?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya,” Grant answered.</p><p>“Very good,” she said before walking over to her laptop. “Let’s get started then.” Mistress Anya hit a button on the laptop and Grant saw the footage from all four cameras pop up. It seemed that they were connected to her computer.</p><p>Mistress Anya pulled a riding crop from its place on the wall and slowly walked across the room towards Grant. A confident smile came across her face as he trembled with a mixture of anxiety and desire.</p><p>“Welcome, cuckold,” she said while walking around Grant and looking up and down his naked, exposed body. “Are you prepared to serve my needs?”</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya,” Grant answered.</p><p>She ran the leather tip of her riding crop over Grant’s exposed, milky white ass. He braced for a painful swat that never came.</p><p>“Are you prepared to submit to my desires? To offer yourself to me in every way imaginable?” she asked while running the tip of her riding crop over Grant’s testicles.</p><p>He winced at the mere thought of the pain she could deliver before answering, “Yes, Mistress Anya. I’m yours to command.”</p><p>“Tell me, does a cuckold’s cock deserve to be free when he’s serving his mistress?” she asked.</p><p>“No, Mistress Anya,” Grant answered.</p><p>“No, it doesn’t. A cuckold’s cock isn’t worthy of any attention from a beautiful woman, is it? A cuckold’s cock should be locked up tight in a chastity cage, shouldn’t it?” Mistress Anya asked as she stood behind grant and ran her soft fingers over his back and ass.</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya,” Grant said as her touch sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.</p><p>Mistress Anya smacked Grant’s ass hard. He cried out in pain as she walked away from him and selected a chastity device for his cock.</p><p>“I think this is perfect for your little cuckold cock,” she said. Mistress Anya returned to Grant with a small metal chastity cage in her hand. “Put it on,” she demanded.</p><p>Grant took the cage from his mistress and worked to place his cock in the prison she’d presented him with. It took a minute to figure out how it worked, but soon he was ready to be locked up.</p><p>“There we are,” Mistress Anya said as she clicked the lock shut and placed the necklace holding the key around her neck.</p><p>“Tell me, do you believe your inadequate cock has ever truly pleasured a woman?” she asked while holding Grant’s locked dick in her fingers.</p><p>“No, Mistress Anya,” he answered.</p><p>“Why is that?” she asked.</p><p>“Because my cock is too small to truly satisfy a woman,” Grant answered truthfully.</p><p>Mistress Anya smiled as she caressed Grant’s hooded head. “It is,” she said. “But you can still please me. Your tongue can be of great use to me, and your willingness to suffer for my pleasure will be deeply satisfying.”</p><p>“Yes, Mistress,” Grant said as he considered just how much suffering Mistress Anya was going to put him through.</p><p>“Do you want to suffer for me?” Mistress Anya asked as she stood slightly behind Grant.</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya,” he answered.</p><p>An instant later the riding crop came down on his ass. He heard the whoosh as it moved through the air, but he wasn’t ready for the impact. Grant cried out as the exceptional pain radiated outwards from his ass.</p><p>“Thank you, Mistress Anya,” he said without prompting.</p><p>The riding crop struck his ass again, and again Grant cried out in pain. He didn’t have time to say anything before she struck him again, this time on the other cheek. One more strike on his ass sent Grant to his knees. The pain was overwhelming.</p><p>“Thank you, Mistress Anya,” he managed to say as his head touched the floor. His heart pounded and he took deep breaths to try and process the agony.</p><p>“Doesn’t it feel good to suffer for me? Doesn’t it feel good to please your mistress by suffering great pain?” Mistress Anya asked as she slowly rubbed Grant’s ass with the riding crop.</p><p>He felt a deep sense of fear that she would strike him again. It was agonizing. “Yes, Mistress Anya. Thank you for punishing me,” he finally said.</p><p>From his knees, Grant watched Mistress Anya hang her riding crop on the wall and walk back towards him. She unzipped her leather shorts and pulled them down, revealing her pussy through the wide fishnets.</p><p>“I think you deserve a reward for your willingness to suffer for me. Would you like that, cuckold? Would you like to taste your mistress?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya. Please let me taste you,” Grant begged. His cock surged to life in its cage and he felt the ache of chastity for the first time. For years he’d watched Mistress Anya’s videos and dreamed of tasting her. Now her pussy was just a few feet from his eager tongue.</p><p>Mistress Anya stepped closer and gently pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. She offered them to Grant and he wrapped his lips around them and tasted her juices for the first time.</p><p>“Look at you,” she said gleefully. “You’re going to be an excellent cocksucker for me, aren’t you?”</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya,” Grant said when she removed her fingers from his mouth.</p><p>“Yes what?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I’m going to be an excellent cocksucker for you, Mistress Anya,” Grant said. He saw no reason not to declare his desire to suck cock for her. He would do whatever she desired. He was all in.</p><p>“We’ll see if you feel the same way when you have a thick, throbbing cock in your face, cuckold,” she remarked before stepping close enough that her pussy was just inches from Grant’s eager mouth.</p><p>“Beg me for it, cuckold. Tell me what you want,” she demanded.</p><p>“Please let me taste you, Mistress Anya. Please let me taste your perfect pussy. Please let me worship you, Mistress,” Grant begged.</p><p>“You’re already such an eager slut,” she said while running her fingers over Grant’s lips and pushing them into his mouth. “We’re going to have such fun together, cuckold.” Mistress Anya firmly gripped the back of Grant’s head and pulled him to her pussy. “Now worship me. Claim your reward for being such a good pain slut.”</p><p>Grant did as he was told and tasted his mistress. He pushed his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could and licked eagerly. It was everything he’d dreamed of. It was perfection and the pain between his legs felt like a blissful reward in its own right as his cock strained against the small cage she’d locked it in.</p><p>“That’s it, cuckold. Worship my pussy. Pleasure your mistress. Show me that you can be of some use. Show me that your tongue is skilled enough to make you worthy of worshiping me,” Mistress Anya demanded as she ground her pussy against Grant’s tongue.</p><p>Just as he thought she was nearing her climax, Mistress Anya pushed his head away and looked down at Grant. “Making me cum is a privilege you haven’t earned yet, cuckold. You’ll have to work for the opportunity to bring me the ultimate pleasure, but at least you’ve proven you have some value beyond suffering for me. Perhaps next time I’ll let you get me off.”</p><p>Grant felt deeply disappointed that he hadn’t been granted the opportunity to bring Mistress Anya all the way to an orgasm, and yet her denial of that pleasure felt intensely arousing.</p><p>“Do you wish to serve me again?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya. Nothing would make me happier,” Grant replied.</p><p>“Excellent,” Mistress Anya said as she smiled. “I have so much more to teach you.”</p><p>She turned and walked to the computer and with the push of a button the recording stopped.</p><p>“You may remove your collar and hood,” Mistress Anya said as she walked to retrieve the clothing she’d worn earlier. She changed quickly as Grant unhooked the collar and pulled the tight hood over his head.</p><p>Mistress Anya brought Grant his clothes. “Thank you,” he said. Instead of changing, he stood there until she gave him a questioning look. “What about the chastity?” he asked.</p><p>“You’ll be staying in that,” Mistress Anya informed him.</p><p>Grant looked down at the small steel cage that surrounded his cock and felt a sense of panic. “But…but I can’t do that. A whole week? That…I can’t do that,” he stammered.</p><p>Mistress Anya stepped closer and wrapped her fingers around the metal cage. She pulled hard on it and Grant winced. “You can and will stay in chastity for me. It’s essential for the videos we’ll be making together. The more desperate you are for release the more submissive you’ll be. After just one week you’ll be surprised at the lengths you’re willing to go to for me.”</p><p>Grant could only hold her gaze for so long. He looked away and accepted his fate. “Yes, Mistress Anya.”</p><p>“Very good,” she said. “I’ll see you next Saturday. Same time.”</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Anya,” Grant said.</p><p>Despite his disappointment at being locked in chastity for a week, Grant was already excited for next Saturday as he unlocked his car and settled in for the drive home. He wondered what sort of pleasure and pain awaited him.</p>