Annie's stilettos clicked on the hardwood floor as she crossed her bedroom. Jet black hair sat atop her head in a neat bun. Her red lips curved into a mischievous smile, and her blue eyes glittered with a naughty sparkle. She wore a body-hugging, short red dress.
A handsome, tall, clean-shaven man with short graying hair stood quietly nearby. He wore only a black satin robe.
Annie stopped before the leather couch and called to him, "Come stand before your Mistress, my pet."
"Yes, M'Lady," he said, walking to her with his head bowed.
She untied his robe and yanked it off.
"Mmm. My pet, your cock looks amazing. It makes my mouth water."
Then Annie sat on the couch. "Lay your head in my lap, my pet."
She caressed his face. "You're my fucktoy tonight. You need a woman with a firm hand to control you, and I will do that by any means necessary."
"Yes, M'Lady."
Looking in his eyes and, pressing her open hand firmly against his neck, Annie continued, "You're mine to do with as I please. Your purpose is to bring your Mistress pleasure. Do you understand, my pet?" Her hand traveled down to stroke his cock.