Anna Marie’s Place at His Feet
Soft moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the bedroom in an ethereal glow. Anna Marie knelt on the plush carpet, head bowed submissively as she waited for her Dominant to enter.
Moments later, the door swung open. “Good evening, Sir,” Anna Marie greeted, her voice breathy with anticipation.
“Good evening, pet,” he replied, walking over to stand before her. “Such a good girl, waiting so patiently for me.”
Anna Marie’s heart swelled with pride at the praise. “Thank you, Sir. I live to serve you.”
Her Dominant smiled, running a hand through her long hair. “I know you do, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you ready, shall we?”
“Yes, Sir,” Anna Marie breathed. She kept her eyes downcast as he undressed her slowly, revealing her voluptuous curves inch by tantalizing inch.
Once she was bared before him, he circled her, drinking in the sight of her naked body. “Exquisite,” he murmured. “On your hands and knees now, pet.”
Anna Marie immediately assumed the position, arching her back to present herself to him. She felt his hands caressing her full breasts, her waist, her hips. “You have such a beautiful body,” he praised. “The perfect form for a sub.”
“P-please, Sir… use me however you wish,” Anna Marie whimpered with need. “I’m yours to command.”
And command her he did. Over the next few hours, he tied her up, teased her mercilessly, and used her mouth and body for his pleasure. All the while, he praised her, called her his good girl, and told her how well she served.
Anna Marie was in heaven, utterly content as she acted out her deepest desires. This was her place, her purpose — to obey, to please, to be his perfect pet. As she came undone under his skilled touch one last time, she knew there was no place she’d rather be than at her Dominant’s feet.