Anna Marie lived her life to please others, a sweet and obedient woman at her core. She craved praise and thrived in the presence of those who could offer it, as much as she ached under punishment from those who sought to mold her to their whims. It was a delicate duality, one that brought her to her knees – often quite literally.
Her submissive phone sex calls were the stuff of legend, soft whimpers and needy begging echoing through the receiver as she lost herself in scenes of domination and surrender. Doms around the country grew hard just thinking about the pouty lips and big brown eyes, knowing exactly what they’d beg for with a bit of teasing.
“Please, sir…I need it so bad,” Anna would whimper, humping her hand desperately. “I’ll be your good girl, swear I will! Just let me have your cock!” Her breathy voice rose in pitch as she rubbed her clit, craving a firm hand to guide her.
“Mmm, you sound so lonely, babydoll,” a deep voice would purr. “You want me to wreck pussy, don’t you? Make a mess of this desperate little cunt and fill it to the brim?”
“Yes, sir, yes please!” Anna sobbed gratefully, fingering herself with abandon. “I’m yours, all yours! Fuck a baby into me, make me yours forever!”
And so it would go, each call a new adventure in depraved submission, Anna discovering new depths to her sexual neediness with each passing conversation. She lived for being owned, controlled, and possessed completely by another. Her body existed to serve and to be used, her mind eager to obey.
In the heat of the moment, face flush and cunt dripping, Anna knew only the desire to be dominated. She was a toy, a fuck doll, a slave – and she wouldn’t have it any other way. For in surrendering her agency, she gained a far greater prize: the chance to be remade in the image of her Dom’s wildest fantasies.
There was a delicious agony to it all, a heady mix of pain and pleasure and the promise of impending ecstasy. Her body trembled with need, her breath coming in needy little pants as she fucked herself with wild abandon.
“Yesssir, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Anna would wail, her pussy clenching down on fingers slick with her own juices. “Thank you, sir, thank you for letting me come! I love you, I love you so much!”
And when the calls ended and she collapsed back onto the mattress, her body still twitching with aftershocks, a satisfied smile spread across Anna’s face. She had pleased. She had served. She had been owned.
Life was good.