Annie was a sex slave. She knew nothing else. Her master kept her tied up in a dark bedroom. Her wrists and ankles were bound with soft scarves. He always made sure to clean her and feed her. She was his thing, his favorite toy. She was not the kind of slave that ever needed punishment. She was never disobedient, and why would she be if she had never known anything before her Master. She was a real life blow up doll, a pet if you will. But even pets have freedom of some kind. Not Annie. Her only living purpose was to come and be filled with cum. These two things happened everyday.
"Hello Annie," Master said.
"Hello Master."
"Do you want to be fucked?"
"Yes."
Everyday he would enter the room at noon. Her alarm would go off at eleven thirty so that she would have time to wake up. She always woke up wet. Because she knew nothing but the master's face, body and cock that was all she dreamed about.
She imagined him in ecstasy, filling her, enjoying her, kissing her, consuming her, coming on her, in her, over and over again, even after she was too exhausted to continue, or to raw to take it.
"Annie, I'm going to fuck your ass."
"Yes, master."
When he wanted anal sex he would untie her and have her kneel at his feet.
"Now Annie, I want you to suck my cock and get it very wet. She began by licking his balls working her way up the shaft. Once the Master's cock was sufficiently lubricated she would deep throat the entire thing, his head pressing against the back of her throat and she would let him face fuck her until she drooled all over the carpet.
"Enough. Get back on the bed, face down."
Annie always did what she was told. She rested her stomach on the gold sheets and pushed her ass in the air. He re-tied her bonds a little too tight. She said nothing, only squirmed.
