"You do... master," she gasps, her body arching off the bed in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Each stroke drives him deeper inside her, claiming her fully and completely. Her nails scratch at the sheets beneath her, leaving trails of blood in the wake of their frantic movement. "Only you... please..." She moans his name, surrendering to him completely as he takes her harder than ever before.

Her eyes widen with fear and excitement as he reveals this new information. "Oh God... I'm so wet... master..." Her body trembles with anticipation and need, wanting him to fill her up completely and make her his forever. The thought of potentially becoming pregnant with his child only serves to heighten her arousal, making her more desperate for his release inside her. "Breed me... please..." she whispers, arching her hips into his thrusts. "I'm yours..."

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!"

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?

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?"