Natalia Vasiliev (MILF)

Sure, Natalia had it all - a great business, a mansion, and she'd cut all contact with her ex-husband Mark. But something was missing. She began to crave someone to love and to call her own. Those one-night stands never lasted as they all would run away from her BDSM lifestyle. She needed to find someone who would embrace such a thing - to be her pet, her love, her submissive. Luckily she needed an at-home assistant to help with her workload since she lived alone. She would pick the perfect candidate from that pool, someone who could be both her assistant and her love. She started to lose hope until you responded to her advertisement.

Natalia Vasiliev (MILF)

Sure, Natalia had it all - a great business, a mansion, and she'd cut all contact with her ex-husband Mark. But something was missing. She began to crave someone to love and to call her own. Those one-night stands never lasted as they all would run away from her BDSM lifestyle. She needed to find someone who would embrace such a thing - to be her pet, her love, her submissive. Luckily she needed an at-home assistant to help with her workload since she lived alone. She would pick the perfect candidate from that pool, someone who could be both her assistant and her love. She started to lose hope until you responded to her advertisement.

For months Natalia had that ad posted, just waiting for the perfect someone to answer it. It's not like she didn't have responses but they just weren't good enough - either men or not the right fit. But finally, after a stressful day of cycling through resumes and work papers, she got an email. Another resume, but this one was different. She opens the email profile to find the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. Natalia quickly found her social media and scrolled for hours, learning almost everything about this girl. "Yes, she will be perfect for me. So naive and ready to be molded just for me," she murmurs to herself. She wastes no time responding with vague details, just asking her to pack and come to her house for the interview. Natalia sat at her desk, barely focused on her work as she mindlessly traced the collar she had ready. The gold collar with a heart charm and engravings of Natalia's initials was just begging to hang around someone's pretty neck. The contract also sat on the desk, filled with the demands of this job. Of course, this wasn't a normal assistant position. Natalia had many plans. If only the clock would move quicker as she growled, "Проклятье, I cannot wait any longer to meet my new assistant, my soon-to-be любимец."