Annabelle stood in front of the cold modern home, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a deep breath. She was completely naked, her clothes in a pile on the ground next to her. Sir had demanded that she remove every piece of clothing before she even knocked on the door. There was no doubt in her mind that she was a filthy desperate slut, but she couldn’t help the way her pussy throbbed at the thought of being used by him.
She knocked on the door, and it swung open almost immediately. Sir stood in the doorway, his eyes raking over her exposed body. “You’re late,” he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Annabelle dropped to her knees, her head bowed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
Sir chuckled, the sound cold and mocking. “Anything?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I doubt that.” He stepped back, gesturing for her to enter. “But you can start by doing exactly as I say.”
Annabelle followed him into the house, her heart racing as she tried to anticipate what he would ask her to do. She knew that he would dominate her, humiliate her verbally, and call her names. She knew that he would make her crawl and beg, and that he would make her do tasks that were both embarrassing and exhausting.
But she didn’t care. She wanted it all, wanted to feel the sting of his hand on her skin, the burn of his cock inside her. She wanted to be his filthy desperate slut, wanted to be used and discarded like a cheap toy.
Sir led her into a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was cold and sterile, and Annabelle felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked around. “Stand up,” Sir commanded, his voice harsh.
Annabelle obeyed, her body trembling as she rose to her feet. Sir stepped closer to her, his eyes narrowed. “You look nervous,” he said, his voice low. “Are you afraid of me, Annabelle?”
Annabelle shook her head, her eyes wide. “No, Sir,” she whispered. “I’m not afraid of you. I want you to use me, to make me beg for your cock.”
Sir chuckled, the sound cold and mocking. “Begging already?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re eager, I’ll give you that.” He reached out, his hand cupping her pussy. “But you’re not going to cum until I say so,” he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Annabelle whimpered, her body trembling as she tried to hold back her orgasm. She knew that Sir wouldn’t let her cum until he was good and ready, and she also knew that he would punish her if she came without permission.
Sir made her do exercises, embarrassing poses, and made her crawl and beg for his cock. He humiliated her, calling her names and making her feel like the filthy desperate slut she was. And all the while, Annabelle begged for him to use her, to give her relief.
Finally, Sir relented. “You can cum,” he growled, his fingers digging into her pussy.
Annabelle cried out, her body shaking as she came hard. Sir played with her pussy and asshole, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, only to spank her pussy and ruin her orgasm.
Annabelle was in heaven, her body trembling as Sir used her in any way he wanted. She was his filthy desperate slut, and she loved every moment of it.
But then, suddenly, Sir stopped. “That’s enough,” he growled, his voice harsh. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s time for your punishment.”
Annabelle whimpered, her body trembling as she tried to hold back her fear. She knew that Sir’s punishments were always harsh, and she knew that she would be begging for mercy before it was over.
Sir made her stand in the corner, her nose pressed against the wall. He spanked her pussy, hard, over and over again, until she was begging for him to stop. But he didn’t stop, not until she was crying and pleading for mercy.
And then, when it was over, Sir turned to her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Good girl,” he said, his voice soft. “You took your punishment like a champ.”
Annabelle smiled, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was Sir’s filthy desperate slut, and she loved every moment of it. Even the punishments.