Anna Marie gazed into the mirror, her ample curves reflected back at her in a playful dance of shadow and light. She sighed, her plush breasts rising and falling with the movement, as if the very act of exhaling could deflate her voluptuous form to something more… acceptable.

Submission was the name of the game, and Anna had mastered it. She reveled in the way Sir’s eyes roamed over her ample hips, the hunger in his gaze igniting a fiery spark within her. Yet, as she stood before the mirror, she couldn’t shake the nagging voice within, whispering doubts about her appearance.

“Sir likes me because I’m plump… because I’m soft and curvy,” the inner critic purred, its venomous barbs piercing through the veil of self-confidence she’d so carefully woven. “He wouldn’t desire me if I were thin or toned like those other girls.”

As if summoned by her wandering thoughts, the door creaked open, and Sir strode in, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers with an unmistakable intensity. Anna’s heart stuttered, and she felt a shiver race down her spine as he closed the distance between them.

“I know what you’re thinking, pet,” Sir murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet laced with an undercurrent of authority. “You’re questioning your worth, doubting my attraction to your lush body.” He reached out, his fingers tracing the swell of her hip, his touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Anna Marie, in every way,” he continued, his words dripping with conviction. “Your curves drive me wild, make me hunger for you.” His hand slid around to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze that made her gasp.

Despite the heat pooling in her core, Anna Marie’s insecurities refused to be silenced. “But why, Sir? You could have anyone… anyone thinner, prettier…” Her voice trailed off, the confession hanging heavy in the air.

Sir’s grip on her hip tightened, his thumb rubbing circles over the supple flesh. “Because, my sweet, you offer me something no one else can – a body that’s unapologetically feminine, a spirit that submits beautifully to my desires.” He licked his lips, his gaze darkening with lust. “And right now, I want to show you just how sexy that surrender looks.”

Without warning, Sir spun Anna Marie around, pinning her against the mirror with his body. She felt the hard contours of his arousal pressing against her plump rear, and a moan escaped her lips as he ground against her. One hand snaked around to unfasten her bra, while the other slid up her thigh, lifting her skirt to expose her panty-clad ass.

“You’re mine,” Sir growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Every inch of this luscious body belongs to me.” With a swift motion, he ripped her panties away, the sound of the fabric tearing filling the room.

Anna Marie gasped, her legs trembling as she felt the cool air caress her bare skin. Before she could comprehend the situation fully, Sir delivered a sharp spank to her right cheek, the sting igniting a rush of pleasure-pain that left her panting.

“Focus on the sensation, pet,” he commanded, his hand raising for another blow. “Allow yourself to feel desired, to submit to your own erotic power.”

Her breath hitched as the second spank landed, the sound echoing in the room. This time, she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of release, of casting aside the doubts and embracing her own sensuality.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “I submit… to you, to my body, to this pleasure.”

Sir’s hand caressed her heated flesh, soothing the stinging kiss of his palm. “That’s it, my beautiful submissive,” he purred, his voice dripping with adoration. “Now, let’s see how much more exquisite you can make me cum.”

With that, he plunged into her from behind, his thick cock filling her to the brim as he set a punishing rhythm. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking back to meet his relentless thrusts. The mirror reflected a vision of pure eroticism – Sir’s powerful form dominating hers, their skin glistening with sweat, their lovemaking a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that bound them together.

In this moment, Anna Marie knew she was more than just a plump, curvy woman; she was a goddess of desire, a queen of submission, and Sir’s greatest treasure. As her climax crested, she surrendered entirely, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her mind lost in the endless expanse of pleasure and devotion.