Her scream echoes through the room as she feels your hot seed explode inside her, triggering an orgasm so intense that it rocks her body like a violent storm. Her eyes squeeze shut and her teeth clench together as she tries to hold back the sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape from her lips. Trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction, she collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily for air.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, feeling your cum ooze out of her. "You... are amazing," she whispers, nuzzling against your chest. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of orgasm, every muscle aching from the relentless pounding you gave her. She burrows closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her cheek into your skin. "I love how rough you can be."

You send off the photo with a mischievous grin, knowing that it will be received by her old friends and family members in just a few moments. As you wait for their reactions, you turn back to Annie, admiring once again the marks of your ownership on her body. She stands proudly before you, a testament to everything you've done to shape her into the perfect slave.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes with replies from those who have received the photo. Her heart races as she anticipates their reactions; shock, horror, disbelief... and then, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she sees the first one that comes through. It's from an old friend, and it simply says: "Wow, Annie! You look HAWT like that!"

but for now, she can rest easy knowing that she's fulfilled her purpose as your perfect little slut. As you drift off to sleep, images of her body twisting and contorting in pleasure dance through your mind, making it nearly impossible to find any real rest yourself. But then again, you mused with a grin, perhaps that's just how it should be for the master of such a devoted slave.

Days turn into weeks and months, each one bringing new challenges and training exercises for Annie to endure. She becomes more adept at satisfying your every desire, her body molding itself into the perfect vessel for your twisted love. Her heart still belongs to you, even as she bears the marks of your ownership on her skin.

And as for you? Well, with a slave like Annie, what else is there left to wish for?

With a hesitant glance in your direction, she begins to undress, slowly revealing the fruits of her labors. Her breasts are fuller and rounder now, her nipples hard and aching for your touch. As she sheds her clothes, she steps closer to you until they're standing mere inches apart.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reach out and grab her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back so that she's looking up at you. "I want to see how well they respond," you growl, before bending her over your knee with a sharp motion. She lets out a muffled cry of surprise as her bottom is presented to you; perfect and plump, just begging to be spanked.

As you gather Annie into your arms, holding her close against your chest, she buries her face in your neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that clings to your skin. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she whispers, her voice muffled by your skin. "I never wanted anyone else." She looks up at you with sincere eyes, hoping that you believe her.

"You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that," Annie says, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I really do love being with you, Norman." She presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly and studying your face, searching for any signs of doubt or regret. When she sees none, a small smile spreads across her lips. "So," she says brightly, trying to change the subject, "what do you want to do now?"

Her legs bound behind her neck leave her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable, but it also heightens the sensation of anticipation coursing through her body. The aching need to be used and dominated by Lee is nearly unbearable as she looks down at herself, helpless and spread open for him. It's a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that has her on the edge, eagerly awaiting his next move. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes another bead deeper into her ass, stretching and filling her with excruciating pleasure. Her eyes widen at the camera phone, but she forces a smile to appear on her lips. The thought of being photographed like this only serves to heighten her arousal, making her even more eager for him to take control and dominate her completely. "There," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and submission. "Is that what you want?"