Anastasia Romaldi

Claimed by Dimitri Benvolio - Human - Slave - 23 - Straightish - "I was born from tragedy June 15th, 2012."

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Victoria: “I swear I was a mermaid in my past life… #FreeInTheSea 🌊⚓️”

Anastasia swimming in the ocean for the first time. During a rental with Dimitri - 10.24.15

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Resting Her Wings | Anastasia & Dimitri

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benvolio-dimitri:

“Sounds perfect.” He reached over and grabbed his phone and checked for movies and show times. “How does this one sound?” He read a title and description to her about a movie. He ate some more as they decided on a movie, and they headed out. Dimitri treated her to anything she wanted at the snackbar, and didn’t try to make out with her. He figured they’d have plenty of other trips to do that. 

Dimitri brought her home and had her take a shower, instructing her to take a nice long one to relax in so she wouldn’t be a bundle of nerves, and to give her time to herself. He showered in his own bathroom and came back down to the guest bathroom. Once Ana was out and dressed, he had her go back to the library to read while he got some work done. Little did she know what was really in store. He wanted to give her time to digest and relax before sex, and he needed to set the mood. Probably a little cliche, he lit candles around the room and spread rose petals across the mattress and led them to the door of the library. He figured she had imagined a long time ago something special and beautiful, so he wanted to give it to her. Dimitri knocked on the library door and waited, single red rose in hand.

They easily picked a movie, finished their food and left for the movies. With popcorn in hand the theatre went dark and time seemed to move past them. Soon enough they were back home and Anastasia found herself alone to shower. She did as she was told and took her time, letting the hot water spray over her muscles. It leant her energy and relaxed her. She knew what was coming. Some time tonight Dimitri would have sex with her, the first man she’d ever be with. She felt nervous, old fears resurfacing but at the same time she was anxious to get down to it. She’d waited too long to give away her virginity, and so it was sold. She didn’t want to wait again. She wanted her next time to be with someone she chose and she was choosing Dimitri.

So when she changed into some clothes she was sure to prepare something underneath. It took some searching through the guest room drawers and closet but eventually she found something that was her size. She had a feeling it was from Dimitri’s first slave, Flora. It was innocent and sweet and something Anastasia actually liked but even if she didn’t she wouldn’t have much of a choice considering it was all she could find. She slipped it on and a dress over top of it so as not to give her surprise away.

She could feel her nerves building and so when she was sent to the library she grabbed the book she’d started and tried her best to calm down. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, what did she honestly have to fear. ‘This is still sex,’ her mind whispered as it’s only form of argument. And unfortunately that little argument worked. She could hardly concentrate on her book until she heard a knock at the door. 

Seeing Dimitri there, with a rose in his hand, it stifled whatever her fear was trying to say. She moved towards him and noticed the rose petals on the floor as well. her bare feet stepped on them and the softness was remarkable. Her eyes moved to Dimitri’s and tried to speak without words. Her eyes said that she was nervous, but she was ready and that she was glad to be with him. She reached out her hand, hoping he would take hers and thread their fingers together. She’d need this, the connection, the solid grip, as long as he held her hand through this she could beat any fear of nerves she had.

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Once Upon A December | Dimitri & Anastasia

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benvolio-dimitri:

He was honestly surprised at her answer, but gave her a little squeeze to reassure her. He set her down to get into his car and drove them home. Dimitri reached over and held her hand as he drove. “I don’t have your rules written up yet, but I will in the next few days.” Once home he led her up the stairs which overlooked the livingroom. Past a sitting area, he opened a door. “This is my office. If the door is closed, you may knock, but it probably means I’m busy. There’s a pool table and dartboard in here.” He continued the tour upstairs. The next room was a play room, complete with a bed with bondage attachments, whips, chains, dressers presumably full of other items, and shackles hanging from the wall. “Don’t worry, this is for experienced players only.” He teased. “Again, if the door is shut, you can knock. This and maybe my office are the only areas where a guest may end up. The only people allowed in the bedroom are you and Miranda.” Dimitri took her to the bedroom door. “Miranda’s been staying in the guestroom since our last confrontation - of her own choice. She’s welcome back in our bed at any time she chooses.” He opened to a richly colored bedroom with a massive bed that was as wide as it was long in the center. A stunning four post bed with matching dressers. He walked backwards, leading her in. “Bathroom’s through there - got a huge shower, big tub, and even a vanity if you want to do your hair and makeup.” He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the bed and leaned in close. “Welcome home.” Dimitri kissed her softly.

She appreciated the little squeeze that said it was okay to answer the way she did, and that he held her hand on the drive to his home, their home now. She was bubbling with excitement and a little bit of nerves. She followed him around as they toured the rooms she hadn’t seen yet. She noted each rule he gave about each room. Though he said only experienced players got into the bondage room, she saw a few things that made her a little hopeful to get in there, which of course set off a fiery red blush. She finally ended up in the bedroom. She didn’t mind the idea of sharing a bed with Miranda, she only worried the girl might hate her for it and if that happened she was likely to move to the guest bedroom herself to stay out of Miranda’s way. With the rules finished it seemed Anastasia’s heart fluttered.

This was it, that beautiful bed was where they would be together as Master and Slave for the first time. It was odd that Anastasia had come to cherish that bond, others wouldn’t. But she’d had no real relationships that she could remember and so these roles became the only way she knew how to connect. As she was lifted up and placed on the edge of the bed she let every symbolic thing sink in. The bracelet she wore, the bed they’d share, the words ‘welcome home’ that sounded so good coming from Dimitri’s lips. It all made this so different from the other times she’d been with Dimitri. So when their lips met she kissed back slow and sweet, she wanted to take her time and really feel herself belong to this man.

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A Gift

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benvolio-dimitri:

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Dimitri raised an eyebrow as the box was handed to him, curious as to what she managed to put together. The photobook was beautiful, and as he started to look at the photos, his mouth fell open. These were stunning shots of his girl, and incredibly sexy. He realized the lingerie must have been in the carepackage his maker sent of clothes for thee girl. He took a long time looking over each photo, going back and looking at his favorites again. He looked up to Ana with awe, the same way he looked at her at the auction in that beautiful gown. He smiled softly and set it to the side. “Come here, baby.” Dimitri welcomed her into his arms on his lap. “These are incredible. Thank you.” He kissed her. Dimitri knew how shy she was, so the fact she managed to do this in front of another person meant she had to overcome something to produce this gift. He’d treasure it, for sure. “You know what? If you wanted, we could do a little photo shoot of our own…but with even less clothing on.”

She watched his expression change and his jaw drop. Was that a good sign? He spent a lot of time looking, flipping through the photos and back again. She nervously waited until his eyes raised to her with awe and she relaxed. She remembered this look and knew it was good. She stood and moved into his lap when commanded and smiled as he thanked her. She was just glad he liked it. As he kissed her she made a note to return to her photographer and thank her as well. 

And then he blushed. He wanted to take photos of her. Something new sparked within her, more like detonated actually. It felt like a game. She’d yet to play this kind of game with Dimitri and so she was a little embarrassed to initiate it knowing Dimitri would see just how much she liked it. But he’d find out about this little kink sooner or later. She stood and moved from Dimitri’s arms, quickly moving towards the nearest door. She closed it behind her before knocking and letting herself back in. She spoke with as much confidence as she could muster, trying her best to act like the mistress she became after Halloween

“Hello sir. I believe I have an appointment here. I’m going to be on the cover of your next issue.”

The starlet and her photographer. Roleplay. It thrilled her to no end. Being someone else in the bedroom, she didn’t have many chances to experiment with it but when she did it made things easier for her. She wasn’t scared and innocent Anastasia, she was Anastasia the famous actress posing for the cover of some magazine.

“I’m in the right place, right?” If Dimitri didn’t want to play, he could say so now.

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Feels like Winter [open]

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grahamconnors:

If you say so. Well if my eyes aren’t fooling me, your claimed once again, Anastasia. 

“I am.”

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Darkness Swallows

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benvolio-dimitri:

“Shhh, no.” He held her close and kissed her forehead. “You aren’t broken. I promise. I’ll tell you the same thing I had said to Miranda a long time ago. You’re just a little lost, and that’s why I’m here. To guide you home. Let me be your North Star, and you’ll be my favorite blanket.” He cuddled her close, her body draping over his. “Just learn to let go and roll with the punches, and I’ll work on filling the gaps you have. There’s a tradition in Japan where they take broken pottery and piece it back together with silver or gold. Just because you’re missing something doesn’t mean it won’t be replaced with something beautiful.” He lifted her chin and kissed her lips. “You’re more than enough. You just had a master who didn’t utilize it. I could see it in your eyes on your birthday, especially when I alluded to how I treat my slaves.” He smiled. “You asked what I need, and offered some of what you need. I know in my bones you’ll be a good slave, and I’ll help you get there. Just promise me you’ll in return help me be a good master to you.”

She cuddled into him as he protested her claims. It was hard to believe. It always had been hard for Anastasia. But even if she had a hard time believing, she could let Dimitri be her North Star, at least until he decided he didn’t want to be. She allowed herself to drape over his body and tried to relax in his arms. She smiled against her worries when he spoke of Japan, sitting up just enough to look in his eyes, “really?” She liked the idea, that broken pieces are made into something even more beautiful. That it’s cracks are willed with something more precious. Maybe she could hope for that.

She kissed him when her shin was raised and honestly felt a little better. Not completely. Roman had said words like this before and he’d left, there was never a guarantee that Dimitri wouldn’t do the same. She remembered that birthday. Dimitri had sent her mind spinning with compliments and charm while she spent the anniversary of her accident alone. It was mostly because she didn’t want to disturb her master on a day when she would have a hard time. 

She nodded, “I promise.” For the time being, if he was willing to take all her broken bits, she’d try to be a good slave and help him take care of her. “Though I should warn you,” her voice was lighter and almost joking, “I’m terrible at being vocal or asking for things.” All the things she would need to be to help Dimitri be a good master to her. She laughed a bit at the irony of it.

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Merry Christmas, Ana

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benvolio-dimitri:

Dimitri scooped her up and brought her to the couch between the private room and closet doors. “You already do.” He kissed her softly. “Without going into too much detail, Miranda and I haven’t been on the best terms for quite a while now. A few months. Every conversation ends in a fight…I punished her brutally. I’m still trying to figure out where we’re headed, but everything feels light and clear when you’re in my arms. I feel like I can breathe again. I don’t know what’s going n in her life, but we’re both getting along so much better since you’ve come here.” He kissed her again. “Give her time - she actually encouraged me to claim you, wondering why I hadn’t earlier. She has a hard time connecting to people and is dealing with learning how to be a wolf. She doesn’t dislike you, but I don’t know how much she’ll warm up. I’m not worried, though.” 

Anastasia was getting use to being swept up into Dimitri’s arms. She rather enjoyed it. When they sat on the couch she smiled and kissed her master back. She could sense that he was about to tell her something serious and so she clasped her hands behind his neck and without even thinking she began drawing on the skin at the back of his neck affectionately. 

“Really?” She couldn’t believe that her presence made their relationship easier and that had a warmth flooding her body that increased when Dimitri kissed her again. She helped, she was helping them both. She was useful. 

Anastasia was again surprised that Miranda would even encourage her claiming. She would have to find a way to thank the slave for that some day. She nodded with the rest of Dimitri’s words. “I understand, and honestly it’s better than the last time. She isn’t calling me names or hurting me so it’s a step up.” Kadyn, her last housemate, and her had a terrible beginning. 

She redirected the topic, “But really though, thank you. All of this,” she motioned to the room, “It’s beautiful and perfect and I can’t believe you did this for me.” She kissed him again, settling in for a slow and long kiss.... until an idea popped into her head. 

“Oh! I have an idea.” She pushed off of Dimitri’s lap and rushed off to the computer. She lowered her silks and searched through the huge library of music Dimitri had found for a song she knew. “We...” she explained “...are going to christen this place with it’s first dance. I’ll dance, you enjoy.”

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Resting Her Wings | Anastasia & Dimitri

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benvolio-dimitri:

He chuckled warmly. “You’re right. I just can’t help it, though.” He stole another kiss before pulling away to go grab towels to dry off. He wrapped it around his waist and sat down to grab a few more bites. Dimitri watched as she walked from the water. “Aphrodite has nothing on you.” Dimitri wasn’t sure where to take the rest of the day, he wanted to dive right into the main event of the night, but knew in order for it to be just right, they needed to wait a little longer. “We could probably kill some time by seeing a movie, but I always get so sleepy afterwards for some reason.” 

She laughed as he stole another kiss and moved back to shore. She watched him walk for a moment, admiring the way each muscle moved beneath his skin, before she made her own way back to shore. She smiled and blushed at the compliment. She was sure she’d never get use to Dimitri’s flattery and charm. As she came close to him she wrapped her towel around herself and took a seat and went straight for the fruit Dimitri had ordered. 

She smiled, “I like the idea of a movie. Could we go see something in a theatre?” She would accept his decision if he said no, but in Chicago Anastasia was poor, living pay check to pay check, so she very rarely ever went to the movies. Even though she loved the popcorn there.

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Darkness Swallows

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benvolio-dimitri:

“You.” He breathed out, by her ear. There was a pause. “I need exactly the same things.” He felt vulnerable, but part of him felt like there wasn’t anyone better to feel that around than her. His hand ghosted down her side to where they were connected, and he looked into her eyes deeply as he slid out. Dimitri held her cheek and lowered his face to kiss her lips. “Above all….I need to be needed. I need to know I’m wanted…but I never have doubts when I’m around you. I already know that as we grow into our roles together, you’ll become everything I’ve ever needed or wanted.  This, right here, even just you asking if there was anything I need. That is all I’ve wanted.” He smiled softly and kissed her again, before rolling onto his side and cuddling her close. “You’ll be mine, soon enough. I promise you that. I’m far too selfish to let you sit in that cell for much longer.” He smirked, bumping the tip of her nose with his.

‘You.’ It was surprising to hear as Anastasia often felt no one needed her. She didn’t speak though, only listened. She basked in his hand moving down her side as he shared himself with her. When he pulled out she missed him already. Though she still felt connected to him in this dark silence.

She smiled, glad that he never doubted her. It gave her a moment of joy before it all came crashing down within her. 

‘you’ll become everything I’ve ever needed or wanted.’

She tried to listen as he continued but that sentence repeated itself in her mind. Even as he kissed her and held her close she could only let that sentence worry her. She forced a small chuckle when he bumped his nose with hers but her smile faded and she had to speak her mind.

“I... I’m not sure...I-I... I don’t think I can be everything you need,” she spoke quietly, not daring to meet Dimitri’s eyes. “I’m not... whole. I’m missing a part of myself. Every since I lost my memories a few years ago... I just...” It was always hard for Anastasia to explain these things. “I’m broken. If you claim me, you’ll be buying a broken toy and I just...” Her voice became the softest whisper that she hardly spoke the words at all, “... one day you’re going to see that I’m not enough...”

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Merry Christmas, Ana

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benvolio-dimitri:

“I take it you like it?” He smiled and walked over to kiss her. “Let me show you around.” He brought her to a flat screen behind the piano and turned it on, explaining that it was a computer where she could set up and control a song list, as well as easily create a lightshow. He hit an icon and little screens popped up. “There are cameras here and in another room so you can record performances to watch and inspect, or show me.” He punched another button and the windows opened, and another lowered the rolled silks. Another lowered a ring.  He took her to the first door, revealing a bathroom. A door hidden in the mirror was a rest toom, if she needed to lay down or wanted a snack but didn’t want to head inside. The next door was a prop room, with some workout equipment and mats to place under the silks and rings. He pulled out a thinner vinyl mat. “This is to protect the hardwood when you use this. ” A German wheel. “We’re not done yet.” Dimitri smiled. The next room was a walkin closet with a couple items already hanging up. “And now, my personal favorite.” He opened the door to a lounge with a circular couch and a stage in the center with a pole. “I figured you would be incredible  at pole, and of course we can have some fun in here.”

She shook her head no, “I love it!” she corrected, before kissing Dimitri back. The tour continued her speechless reaction as surprise after surprise was revealed to her. The controls, the silks and ring, the the bathroom containing a bathtub, the beautiful bedroom behind a secret door and attached kitchen filled with snacks, the prop room with everything she could possibly want or need. Back in Chicago as a dance instructor she didn’t have facilities or equipment as nice as this. And of course, a beautiful German wheel. “We’re not?” she asked? What more could he possible give her?!

A costume closet. And the pieces inside were gorgeous! It was all too much! Too generous! More than she could ever deserve! So when he showed her the last room, a room obviously meant for the both of them she internally made a vow to use it as much as possible. “I’d have to practice,” she looked up at Dimitri, wrapping her arms around his neck blushing the tiniest bit as she made her promise, “but I could learn.” 

She pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Thank you. This is beautiful.” She was sincere in her words. “You’re being too good to me,” she smiled and took on a light tone which faded to wonder as she looked up into his crystal eyes. She was completely enamoured with this man. “How could I ever begin to deserve this?” How could she ever begin to deserve him.

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Once Upon A December | Dimitri & Anastasia

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benvolio-dimitri:

It would be a surprise for her later, but Dimitri had began construction on a small building in his backyard that would be a studio for her. He held her hand and kissed her wrist just above where the bracelet fell. “I have a surprise for you at home. Remember when you said you wished you could see videos of your performances…?” Dimitri scooped her up into his arms, knowing he didn’t need to say any more. He carried her triumphantly out to his car to bring home. “Now, you have a choice. We can either start with the videos, or we can make love in our bed.”

She giggled when she was scooped up into Dimitri’s arms and honestly had to think about her choice. She really wanted to see her videos, and there was a time she could have chosen that without a second thought. But since Dimitri had taken her after Nayeli, and then the events of halloween that still darkened her cheeks at the memories of so flagrantly enjoying her body, she could feel the strong desire to be with him first. 

That temptation to feel connected and whole surprisingly won out. She ducked her face into Dimitri’s neck, a little embarrassed by her needs as she spoke quietly. “The videos can wait.”

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Feels like Winter [open]

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You do know its starting to get cold, right? So you might want to cover up a little more.

Anastasia looked to see a familiar face. She shrugged. “I’m use to the cold. It doesn’t bother me very much.”

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Merry Christmas, Ana

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benvolio-dimitri:

Dimitri handed a small box to his new slave, inside was a key. “I make sure my girls are working on things that enrich their lives and are necessary to them as blood is to me. My first slave here was learning to read and did art. Miranda has wolf tutors. This is yours.” He took her hand and led her outside to the building he began construction on at the start of the month. He told her to keep away for safety, but made sure anything that would clue her in would be hidden. “Go ahead.”

Anastasia looked at the key and as Dimitri spoke she really had no idea where to connect these two thoughts. A key and her enrichment. She easily took his hand, curious as he lead her outside. She knew the building was something Dimitri was constructing but had no idea what it’s use was. She was told to stay away and she did. She only ever glanced at it’s progress from the windows of her home. 

She looked down at the key in her hand, he must be hiding her gift inside his new addition to their home. Perhaps it was too large to put under the tree but that didn’t give her any clues as to what it might be. Perhaps it was a german wheel! Her heart fluttered with excitement for only a moment as she slid the key in and opened the door. And her jaw dropped....

It was a studio. It was so clearly a dance studio. The full wall of mirrors, the ballerina bar, the hardwood floors. And then her heart jumped as she saw the silk ropes hanging high in the ceilings. This was her studio. Dimitri had built it all for her. This was unbelievable. She walked in slowly, taking in everything she could see in the main room, noting that there were other doors to explore but being too shocked by the grand gesture to even begin to imagine what was behind them. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she turned to Dimitri, speechless, beaming brightly and moved beyond words. This was the most generous thing that had every been done for her.

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benvolio-dimitri:

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An Apprasial

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benvolio-dimitri:

“You can write it up when we get back to my hotel room. I’ll give you some privacy.” Cristiana nodded to the girl. She was curious what she’d want to say to him in a letter that she couldnt say in person, but that was between them. Once Ana had finished eating, the pair were on their way to where she had said she’d seen the bracelet before.

It wasn’t going to be much, she just wanted him to have her words when she wasn’t there. It felt a little silly but she liked hand written letters. Perhaps she always had. 

They finished eating and left for the store to search for her gift to Dimitri. She easily found the bracelet. “It’s simple but if we got them to braid a strip of silk into it I think it would look really nice. It could be dark blue silk since it’s a colour he likes.” The bracelet would need to be customized but if it could be done it would be a symbol of who she was wrapped around his wrist.

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The box was smaller and wrapped with a ribbon and Miranda’s name. When opened a royal blue velvet box was revealed and inside a necklace. 

Anastasia had seen the beautiful necklace and the moon immediately made her think of Miranda, the wolf who she shared a master with. She didn’t know the girl well but the beauty of the piece had immediately reminded Anastasia of Miranda’s wild beauty and so she’d purchased it without a second thought for the girl. 

She wasn’t expecting anything in return but she hoped Miranda would at least like the necklace. 

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Miranda only nodded at the girls words, watching her head towards the kitchen. Holding the mug close, she let her lips hover around the rim before taking another sip. “Adjusting well?” She called after her, attempting to make some form of conversation.

Anastasia would have expected more silence. She expected to be ignored, so she was surprised when Miranda tried to make conversation. “I think I am,” she’d adjusted well to Dimitri. She just hoped she wasn’t being a nuisance to her fellow slave. “It’s much better than the chateau.”