Annie is a special doll,
I'm going to tell you why she is so special in a minute,
First let me describe her to you,
Long pink ponytails that dangle down her back,
Each coil perfected at its best,
She sits up straight so that her dress doesn't wrinkle,
I steam each one every night before I dress her in the morning,
I polish her shoes so they look brand new,
I feed her when she is hungry and bathe her when she is dirty,
Without me Annie isn't Annie,
And without Annie I am no longer free,
She is my reason for existing,
She doesn't say much to me but I can feel her when she is present,
Each night when she smothers my face I can feel her getting wetter,
My tongue dripping in this volcanic liquid she calls cum but I'd never let her think it is anything less than gold,
Annie normally does this until I am blue in the face,
Her pussy lips control mine so when we speak it's never at the same time,
Annie likes dollification,
And face smothering,
I don't mind choking on her cum while she sits there with a blank face,
Wiping my memory clean with her prickles of hair batting me down like windshield wipers,
On Friday nights Annie likes to be bent over my knee and receive an old fashioned bare hand spanking,
She does not flinch or scream,
She just cums,
The harder I smack the better I mean this can go on for hours,
On every first Saturday she likes to be a servant to me and a few of my friends,
Sometimes she asks for a group session,
Once we all stood over top of her pouring hot wax on her body until she passed out,
Another time we all attached clothes pins to every part of her body and roller her around on the floor until each one fell off,
Another we all took turns flogging her in a half circle just before her skin bruises we stop,
On Sundays Annie likes to go home and live her normal life for a day,
A 24 hour sub can be pretty intense so she needs her breaks,
Annie was a professional in marketing who worked only from home,
She would set deals in advance to pay her rent for months in advance so that she could keep her apartment,
Whatever else she did throughout her day was always a mystery we don't talk much but I like it that way,
I didn't even know her real name,
Sometimes she would come back with bruises I've never seen,
How many Doms did this woman need,
How far was she willing to taking it,
I'd just dust her off, comb her hair, do her makeup, shine her shoes and then start over the week with something new,
Annie my broken princess...
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