Selfie Obsessed
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Dan was on top of the world until he challenged his gorgeous girlfriend's obsession with taking the perfect selfie.


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Here's a story I wrote just for fun. It was inspired by all those gorgeous
women who post sexy selfies on the internet.

I also write stories on commission. If you think you might like to commission
a story from me, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

Or just send your comments about this story or about your interest in strong
girl literature in general. I like hearing from the people who read my
stories.

DISCLAIMER: This is adult material and should not be read by anyone under the
age of eighteen.

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The person who coined the expression "Some guys have all the luck," might just
have been thinking about Dan Jenkins. Dan was tall, good-looking, smart,
charming, a natural athlete and born into a rich family. By the time he
graduated college he was 6'4" and weighed 240 pounds of pure handsome
beefcake.

He could have chosen a life as a professional athlete, or with his striking
masculine features he probably could have made it in Hollywood. However, Dan
figured why should he work that hard? Instead, he went right to work for his
father making a salary in the high six figures with the expectation of taking
over his father's many business ventures within the next ten years. He only
bothered to show up to work about half the time.

It is safe to say the Danny was poised to lead a charmed life. The only thing
missing was a beautiful piece of arm candy to be seen with him in public and
to warm his bed at night. Enter Elizabeth Anne.

Elizabeth Anne was an absolutely gorgeous Latina with long, dark hair, and
beautiful face with dark, tan skin and an abso-freakin'-lutely rockin' body
that would attract the attention of any straight man and a fair amount of gay
or straight women.

She was a petite 5'4" and didn't weigh an ounce over 115 pounds. But small
though she was, as a well-known cigarette ad used to say, she was "so round,
so firm, so fully packed".

First of all she had huge, solid-but-soft boobs that she loved to show off in
low cut tops. She had a flat, firm tummy that she loved to expose whenever
appropriate and sometimes even when it wasn't that appropriate. Her ass was
round and tight and really, just a wonder of nature. In fact, "a wonder of
nature" was a great way to describe Elizabeth Anne in total.

She made sure that he maintained her amazing body by eating a low fat, healthy
diet and making time for regular visits to the gym. Elizabeth Anne loved going
to the gym because it gave her an excuse to wear her yoga pants or spandex
shorts that showed off her spectacular ass to its fullest and too-small sports
bras that pushed her huge tits together and exposed her deep cleavage.

As a result of her frequent work-outs, Elizabeth Anne also had very toned arms
and thick, sexy muscular legs. She also worked regularly on her abs so that
they were tight and defined.

To put it mildly, Elizabeth Anne was very vain about her body, but that served
Dan's purposes very well. She always dressed to attract attention when they
were out in public, and she never left the house without her hair and make-up
done. Because of this, people noticed her wherever she went, and Dan loved the
fact that every man around wanted what HE had.

In return, Dan spoiled her shamelessly. The sexier and more desirable she
looked, the more he lavished her with attention and expansive gifts. In a way
theirs was the perfect shallow relationship. She brought him attention and
prestige and he provided her with expensive gifts and luxurious living.

They were both quite satisfied in the bedroom as well. Elizabeth Anne could
suck a golf ball through a garden hose and work her tongue in ways that Dan
had never dared to imagine. And Dan? Dan had a twelve inch cock that Elizabeth
Anne found VERY satisfying.

Neither one of them were looking for deep, spiritual, meaningful love. They
were both after superficial, earthly pleasures, and they each derived a great
deal of it from the other. Most people, if they were being honest, would have
gladly traded places with either one of them.

There was just one habit of Elizabeth Anne's that bothered Dan ever so
slightly. She was constantly taking selfies and posting the sexiest ones on
the internet. It wasn't that Dan minded her taking the selfies. The fact that
she took them all the time meant that she also made the effort to look her
best all the time. Dan liked that.

He also didn't mind that she posted them on the internet. It only made him
feel more important and manly knowing that he was having frequent sex with a
woman whose pictures other men could only download and masturbate to.
Sometimes when he had his face buried deep in her cavernous cleavage or she
had her thick, lush lips around the tip of his huge cock, he would think about
the thousands of men that were probably jerking off to her picture at that
very moment. That never failed to make his inevitable massive orgasms that
much more explosive.

Nor did it bother Dan that Elizabeth Anne was so vain about her body. As
someone who was way above average at nearly everything he tried, he understood
vanity. In fact, he wouldn't want to be with a woman who wasn't exceptionally
beautiful and proud of it. He liked that Elizabeth Anne knew that she was
always going to be the hottest bitch in any room and that she owned it.

Most of the time, her selfies did not bother him at all. One of their favorite
activities was to spend hours shopping for sexy outfits such as lacy bras and
panties, skimpy bikinis, tight cut-offs and yoga pants and barely there tops
that showed off Elizabeth Anne's awesome cleavage, side boob and under boobs.
Then they would go home and Elizabeth Anne would model it all for him.

As she modeled she would take dozens of selfies, and afterwards, they would
pick out the sexiest ones and post them to her various social media accounts.
This activity would never fail to put both of them in the mood, and
mind-blowing sex would ALWAYS follow.

However, as time went on, posting selfies online went from being a fun and
sexy activity to becoming an obsession with Elizabeth Anne. What happened was
that some of her selfies went viral and Elizabeth Anne became an internet
sensation.

When that happened, things began to change. For one thing, people began to
recognize her and even approach her when they were out in public. They would
ask for her autograph and ask to have their pictures taken with her. Most of
the time, Elizabeth Anne would comply.

This annoyed Dan to no end! He liked that the ordinary rabble would download
sexy pictures of his girlfriend and beat-off to them. It was something else
altogether that now they were walking up to them on the street and talking to
them as if they were equals!

When Dan pointed this out the Elizabeth Anne, she agreed that average people
should not feel equal to people as attractive as Dan and her, but she said
that she "didn't want to alienate her fans".

"Fans?" thought Dan. He couldn't figure out why Elizabeth Anne should want to
be idolized by the common riffraff. Who cared if her next photo got a few less
hits because she didn't sign an autograph? It bothered him that Elizabeth Anne
cared about such things. It bothered him even more that all the attention she
was getting pulled attention away from him.

Things just got worse from there. Elizabeth Anne began to obsess about how
many hits her latest pictures would get. She would begin to get stressed in
her latest unloaded photos didn't get over five hundred thousand hits in the
first twenty-four hours. She would spend hours trying different hairstyles and
make-up to try to take the sexiest selfies possible.

She would look at herself in the mirror trying to decide if she looked sexier
with puckered lips or with pouty lips. Was it better to smile or to give the
camera one of those scorching, fierce Latina looks? Did she look more alluring
with a fiery look in her eyes or with a bored, eyes-half-closed expression?

Most the time she would end up posting ALL the pictures which, of course,
diluted the product and made it harder for each individual photo to receive a
sufficient number of downloads to satisfy her.

She couldn't decide which was sexier, her toned, six-pack abs, her tight,
round ass, her thick, strong thighs or her soft, huge breasts. She would spend
hours at the gym perfecting each individual body part, and then spend hours at
home trying to strike a pose that showed each part in the best possible way.

Eventually, Dan got tired of Elizabeth Anne's endless pursuit of "the perfect
selfie". She began to spend so much money on sexy bikinis and lingerie that
even he began to feel the pinch. Worst of all, her obsession began to
interfere with their sex life. They'd be in bed going at it when she would
happen to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror over their bed.

"Dan, look!" she would exclaim, "Doesn't my ass look spectacular from this
angle?'

At first Dan thought it was foreplay. He'd say, "Oh yeah, Baby, slide that ass
over here and press it against my twelve inches of man-meat."

Instead, Elizabeth Anne would jump out of bed, grab one of her many camera
phones and try to capture the look of her ass from that particular angle. It
would usually take her several tries, and she might use three or four
different camera phones until she was satisfied.

She would them adjust the photo to her best advantage and insist on posting it
right away.

Then every forty-five minutes or so, she would stop to check how many
downloads and what comments the photo or photos had gotten. And there were
certainly thousands of men and women around the world who were obsessed enough
with Elizabeth Anne's amazing tits and ass to take notice of new photos no
matter when they were posted day or night. Unfortunately, not all of them
downloaded every picture and even fewer made online comments. The fewer
downloads and comments, the more upset that Elizabeth Anne would become.

Needless to say, this kind of activity put a crimp into Dan and Elizabeth
Anne's coitus.

One night things finally reached a boiling point. Elizabeth Anne was busy
trying to take just the right selfie long after Dan had lost patience. He was
already in bed with his pajamas on. "Elizabeth Anne, when are you coming to
bed?" he asked.

"Just a minute, Baby, I want to get this just right."

"You said, 'just a minute' forty minutes ago! Put that stupid phone down and
come to bed now. Leo misses you." "Leo" was their pet name for Dan's giant
cock. It was short for "Leo the Lion".

"Oh, Baby, tell Leo I'm almost ready. When I get there, I'll be sure and
squeeze him between Betty and Veronica. "Betty and Veronica" were their pet
names for Elizabeth Anne's enormous breasts.

"But Leo is lonely NOW!" After a lifetime of always getting what he wanted,
Dan was NOT a fan of delayed gratification.

"Damn! Dan, I'll be there in a minute! Quit being such a baby!"

"Oh yeah?" said Dan, "Well let me tell you something, Miss Thing, do you know
how long it would take me to find a new girlfriend if I decided to dump you?
About ten seconds, that's how long. All I'd have to do is pick up the phone,
and I could have someone over to take your place like that!" With "that" Dan
gave a snap of his fingers.

Elizabeth Anne had heard all of this before. She knew that Dan was all bark
and no bite. "Yes, Baby, I'm sure you could, but you know that you could NEVER
find anyone with as hot an ass as mine. And you know that no one else could
please Leo like I do." Elizabeth Anne said this as if she was not worried in
the least. She knew that she had Dan wrapped around her little finger. That
pissed Dan off more than anything.

"I have half a mind to stop spending so much money on you," he said.

"Yes, Baby, but we both know that you won't stop." Again, she sounded like
someone who was one hundred percent sure of herself.

"Don't be so damn sure!" Dan chided

"Yes, Honey, whatever you say." Now she was sounding positively bored with
their conversation. Dan decided to really try to hit a nerve.

"Look, Baby, you can try all night to take the perfect selfie, but no picture
of you is EVER going to get more hits than a picture of Kim Kardashian's bare
ass."

This actually caused Elizabeth Anne to look up from her cell phone. "What did
you just say to me?" she asked.

Success! Now Dan let fly what he was sure would be the knock-out punch.
"Besides, I think that you're looking a little chunky tonight."

Elizabeth Anne put down her cell phone (!) and took a step towards her
boyfriend. "You take that back," she demanded. Her voice was quiet, but her
tone was menacing.

"No, I mean it. I mean it doesn't bother me if you get a little chunky," he
lied, "But what will your 'fans' say?" When he said the word "fans" he
actually made one of those air quote gestures with his fingers.

Elizabeth Anne's eyes flashed with fury. "I'm warning you, Mijo, this is
dangerous ground you're treading."

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it? I know! Why don't you tweet all
your 'fans' (once again with the air quotes!) and ask them? They'll tell you
that you're getting a little chunky and that you're not as nice to look at as
Kim's bare ass!"

She took another step towards him. "Don't say another word; I'm warning
you...."

"Another word," Dan said. He smiled like the arrogant son-of-a-bitch he was.

Before he really knew what happened, he found himself flying across his
bedroom with a throbbing pain in his jaw. When he landed, he looked over at
Elizabeth Anne who as shaking her tiny fist at him. Dazed and confused he
asked, "What happened?"

Elizabeth Anne strode over to him purposefully and grabbed his collar. She
pulled him off the floor and shook her fist in his face. "I hit you, Asshole,
and I'm about to do it again!"

Dan put his hands up in front of his face trying to defend himself. "Wait,
please, Elizabeth Anne, don't hit me again. I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry."

Elizabeth Anne took pity on him and let go of his collar. When she turned
around, he grabbed her from behind and got her in a tight bear hug. She threw
up her arms and easily broke his grip. Then Dan's petite 5'4" inch, 115 pound
girlfriend grabbed his 6'4", 240 pound body and lifted him completely over her
head with both of her arms fully extended.

"Oh God! Please, Elizabeth Anne, no!" he cried.

It was too late; she body slammed him to the carpeted floor. Dan started to
get up, but Elizabeth Anne put her bare foot on his back and drove him back
down to the floor. "Stay down, Weakling, or I'll just have to knock you down
again!"

With the power of her foot on his back, Dan couldn't have gotten up if he
wanted to. After a minute of two, Dan said, "Please, Elizabeth Anne, can I
please get up now."

Elizabeth Anne took her foot off her boyfriend's back. When she did, he slowly
got back to his feet. He was rubbing his sore jaw. He tried to play the
incident off as if it was no big deal. "Have you been taking some self-defense
classes at the gym or something?"

"No," she replied, "I just got mad and hit you."

"Well, geez, you pack quite a wallop! Of course, you hit me when I wasn't
expecting it...."

Elizabeth Anne snorted contemptuously. "What's THAT supposed to mean?"

"It just means that if I was expecting it, things might have gone differently.
That's all."

"Oh really? Were you expecting it when I lifted you over my head and threw you
down like a bitch?"

"Obviously not," Dan replied.

"Okay then, how about we go for round two with you fully aware of what's
happening?" Elizabeth Anne suggested.

"Don't be silly," Dan scoffed, "I'm a lot bigger than you. It wouldn't be
fair."

"I'll take my chances, Bitch!"

"Don't call me that again," Dan warned, "Or else...."

"Or else what...Bitch?"

Dan pulled back his fist and hit Elizabeth Anne right in the mouth. She stood
there like she'd hardly felt it.

Dan tried to cover his tracks. "Okay...so you hit me when I wasn't expecting
it...a-and now I h-hit you when you w-weren't expecting it. S-so w-we're even
n-now." Try though he might, he couldn't hide the tremor in his voice.

Elizabeth Anne smiled up at him. "Is that what you think?"

"N-now E-Elizabeth A-Anne, l-let's not g-g-get c-c-carried away h-here," Dan
pleaded.

"Carried away, huh? That's a very good way to put it," Elizabeth Anne said as
she let fly a one-two punch combination that knocked Dan across the room
again. His lip was split and his left eye was beginning to puff up.

Dan got up, lowered his shoulder and ran towards Elizabeth Anne at full speed.
He tried to knock her over. She stood her ground and watched as the much
bigger man bounced off her and once again hit the floor.

Elizabeth Anne went over to him and said, "Dan, I'm tired of beating you up.
Stay down, because if you get up again, I promise I'm only going to knock you
down again." Dan might have let it go if he hadn't looked up and seen the
condescending smile on Elizabeth Anne's beautiful face. That smile seemed to
say, "I'm superior to you in every way." That was the one insult that Dan
simply could not abide.

He bolted up from the floor fast leading with his fist and hit Elizabeth Anne
hard in her tits. The condescending smile never left her lips. She even rolled
her eyes as if to say, "Is that pathetic display the best you've got?"

"I didn't even feel that," she said.

"Well, maybe you'll feel this," Dan said as he aimed a right cross right at
the side of her head.

Elizabeth Anne reached up and caught Dan's flying fist in her dainty little
hand. "Yes, maybe, but I doubt it," she said as she began to gently squeeze.

"Ow! Ouch! Stop it, Elizabeth Anne, you're hurting me. Stop! You're hurting my
hand!" he cried.

"Get on your knees," Elizabeth Anne demanded.

"What?" he said.

Elizabeth Anne tightened her grip on his hand slightly. "You heard me," she
said. Without hesitation, Dan fell to his knees.

"Please, Elizabeth Anne, stop squeezing! You're going to break my hand," Dan
begged.

"I'll stop squeezing when you admit that you're a little bitch and that I'm
much stronger than you," she said.

"No!" Dan cried. Elizabeth Anne squeezed a tiny bit harder. Dan felt like his
hand was caught in a machine. It felt like the bones in his hand were on the
verge of shattering!

"Please, Honey, please, stop squeezing! You're breaking my hand! Please, let
go!"

"Say it," she insisted.

"I'M A LITTLE BITH! I'M A LITTLE BITCH!" he cried.

"And what else?" she asked.

"YOU'RE MUCH STRONGER THAN ME," he cried.

Elizabeth Anne released his hand. Dan fell over on his back and clutched his
sore hand and rubbed it with the other. "You almost broke my hand," he sobbed.

"Oh quit being such a baby," she sneered, "I know how much pressure it takes
to break a hand, and that wasn't it." She put her sexy left foot on his chest
and said, "Do you think I have sexy legs?" she asked.

He was still rubbing his sore hand, and by now his left eye was almost swollen
shut. Even so, he didn't dare not answer her question. "Yes, Elizabeth Anne,
your legs are very sexy," he replied.

"Really? You don't think that my thighs are becoming... I don't know... a
little chunky or something?" She asked him this as if she was daring him to
agree with her.

"No, Elizabeth Anne; no way are your thighs chunky. I'd say that you're thighs
are perfect. Thick and powerful looking for sure, but chunky? No way!"

Elizabeth Anne took her foot off of his chest and turned around. "What about
my ass? How does that look to you?"

"Your ass looks awesome, Elizabeth Anne - tight and firm and round. I've
always said that you had the perfect ass, Elizabeth Anne. You know I have."

"Would you say that you've EVER seen a finer ass than mine ANYWHERE - like on
the internet maybe?"

"No, Elizabeth Anne, I've never seen a finer ass anywhere - not on the
internet or anywhere else. I feel safe in saying that you have the finest,
tightest, sexiest ass in the world."

"Would you say it's even better than -"

"It's better than anybody else's ass, Elizabeth Anne - I promise!"

"Would you like to get up on your knees and kiss my sweet ass, Mijo?"
Elizabeth Anne asked.

"Yes, Elizabeth Anne, I would like that very much," Dan replied.

Elizabeth Anne thrust out her perfect peach of an ass at her cowering
boyfriend and said, "Go ahead then."

Dan struggled to his knees and pressed his swollen lips on Elizabeth Anne's
amazing ass and began to kiss and lick it. "Hmmm, that feels good," Elizabeth
Anne chirped. "You know something, Danny-boy, you're a first rate ass kisser."

"T-t-thank you E-Elizabeth A-Anne." His voice no longer trembled with fear.
Now it trembles with passion.

"Is Leo getting bigger for me?" Elizabeth Anne asked.

"L-Leo is b-b-bigger and h-harder than h-h-he's ever b-been," Dan replied.

Elizabeth Anne turned around and picked Dan up in her strong arms. As she held
him cradled with one arm, she stuck her hand down his pajama pants and pulled
his long, hard cock out. "I can see that he's ready for me," she said as she
licked her lips.

She carried her man over to their bed and set him down gently. She looked at
his face. "I'm sorry that I had to mess up your beautiful face, Baby, but you
know that you deserved it, right?"

"Y-Yes, Elizabeth Anne," he replied.

"And you know better than to ever talk that way to me again, right?"

"Y-Yes, Elizabeth Anne."

"And you understand that from now on, I make the rules and run things around
here, right?"

"Y-Yes, Elisa-"

Before he could say, "Elizabeth Anne," she put her hand over his mouth. He
looked up at her with questioning eyes.

"From now on you will address me as 'Master'," she informed him as she removed
her hand from his mouth.

"Y-Yes, Master," he replied dutifully.

"That's good, My Little Slave." Then she began to stroke her hand up and down
the length of his twelve inch cock. It DID feel bigger and harder. "Would Leo
still like to be squeezed between Betty and Veronica?" she asked?

"Yes, please, Master," he responded.

"Okay, but first I have to kiss him all up and down," she said. Dan closed his
eyes and lay back in bed as Elizabeth Anne began to kiss his huge cock.

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The next morning when they woke up, Dan's face and body were bruised, swollen
and very sore. If it wasn't for that, he might have almost believed he dreamed
the events of last night. Elizabeth Anne was sleeping peacefully beside him.

As he gazed at her spectacular naked body he could hardly believe that this
petite, feminine, sexy woman had demonstrated such power and beaten him so
easily the night before. There was a part of him that still craved revenge,
but even sleeping and seemingly vulnerable as she was at this moment; his fear
of her awesome power was too great for him to try anything.

As she gradually woke up to find Dan sitting up and gazing at her, Elizabeth
Anne smiled and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Good morning, Darling," she
said.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," he responded.

"Good morning who?" she asked.

"What? You don't mean... you don't really want me to call you...what you said
last night do you?" he asked.

She sat up next to him. "I most certainly do." She said it calmly yet firmly.
There was a look in her eye that told Dan that she meant business.

"Oh all right," he reluctantly agreed, "Good morning, 'Master'." Once again,
he made air quotes with his fingers.

"No! No air quotes," Elizabeth Anne scolded. "You went too far last night, and
now you must be taught a lesson. Unless you want me to get out of this bed and
give you another beating, you will address me properly."

"Very well...Master," he said without the air quotes this time.

"Good! Now that that's settled, I'd like some hot tea and lightly buttered
toast for breakfast," she said. Dan sat there for a second not sure of what to
do next. "Go!" demanded Elizabeth Anne, "My breakfast isn't going to make
itself!"

Dan jumped out of bed and went and made his master's breakfast. It's a good
thing for him that it was such a simple order because Dan knew NOTHING about
preparing food.

He brought it to Elizabeth Anne on a silver tray that he didn't even know he
owned. She ate quietly without comment. She didn't even thank him for making
it. She acted as if was expected. When she was finished she said, "The toast
was a little burnt and I said HOT tea, not tepid. You'll do better tomorrow
I'm sure because if you don't, I'll be very displeased." The way she said
"very displeased sent a shiver of fear down his spine.

"I'm going to take a shower now. I want you to go start the water for me.
While I'm in the shower, I want you to stand by and wash my back for me. When
I'm finished, you should be standing naked with a towel to dry me off."

Dan did exactly as instructed. As he was drying off his master, he couldn't
help but get aroused at her sexy, powerful female body. As he ran the towel
over her huge breasts, her hard, round ass, her toned, flat abs and her taut
powerful thighs, his huge cock became fully aroused. Somehow the discovery
last night that Elizabeth Anne was so much stronger than he was made her even
more desirable to him.

"Look whose come to join us?" Elizabeth Anne said playfully when she noticed
Dan's dick. She held the head of his cock in her strong hand and began to roll
her thumb around the tip. Dan began to moan. Elizabeth Anne placed one hand on
Dan's bare ass and lifted him up and gave the tip of his huge cock a playful
lick. Then she slid the entire twelve inches into her mouth and down her
throat. Of all the women he dated, Elizabeth Anne was the only one who could
ever deep throat his entire cock. Now she showed him that she could do it
standing up while holding him effortlessly in midair.

After three or four swallows, the combination of Elizabeth Anne's sex appeal
and strength had Dan on the verge of erupting. Instead, Elizabeth Anne
abruptly pulled him out of her mouth and said, "Well, I've got a busy day
ahead of me. I'd better get to it." She set Dan down.

"Where's your wallet, Baby?" she asked.

"Uh...why do you want my wallet?" he asked.

"Because I'm going shopping today, and I want your credit cards. Is that a
problem?"

"No, no, of course not, Honey, uh, I..I mean, Master," Dan said. He pointed to
the top of his dresser where his wallet rested. "But aren't I going with you?"

"No, I've decided that you need to stay home and clean the apartment starting
with that stack of dishes in the sink," Elizabeth Anne explained.

"But couldn't I just call someone to do that?" Dan asked.

"No, I'd feel better if you did it yourself," Elizabeth Anne replied.

"But -"

"No more buts," Elizabeth Anne said sternly, "Do as you're told!"

"But -"

Elizabeth Anne took a step towards Dan. "Am I going to have to give you a good
spanking?"

"Y-Yes, Master; I mean no, Master!" Dan replied.

"Good! Now make the bed and get started on those dishes while I get dressed,"
she instructed.

It took Elizabeth Anne an hour and a half to get dressed and to fix her hair
and make-up. By that time the bed was made and most of the dishes were washed
and put away. "The good news is, when I get home later, I'll have a lot of
sexy new outfits to show off for you. Won't that be fun?"

"Yes, Master." Dan tried to sound as cheerful as he could.

"And one other thing," Elizabeth Anne said, "I know that as soon as I leave
you're going to want to masturbate to relieve the pressure I put on your balls
when I put your huge cock in my velvety smooth mouth. However, I forbid you to
masturbate while I'm gone because later tonight, I'm going to want to put your
lovely, big cock to use. When I do, I want it operating at full capacity. Is
that understood?"

"Yes, Master," Dan agreed.

"Okay then, see you later," Elizabeth Anne said as she left.

Dan walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He thought to
himself that from this time forward, his life was never going to be the same.
Yesterday he was living like a king with the entire world at his feet. Today
he was a slave worshiping at the feet of a beautiful goddess of strength and
power named Elizabeth Anne.

Just the thought of it made him smile.

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