Once the handcuffs were in play and she'd giggled through saying "yes sir" a few times the collar and leash had seemed an obvious next step. Once she put those on it begged the question of where he would lead her. You can't just wear a leash. So she allowed herself to be led. Allowed herself to be taught tricks.
She had fun posing for sexy pictures. Strictly his-eyes-only of course, but maybe it'd be more fun if more people saw them? Just a few posts to obscure porn sharing sites, all anonymous, no pictures that showed her face. Until he did start posting pictures that showed her face, and by then that didn't seem like a big deal.
The wild, once-in-a-lifetime threesome became regular group sex. The adventurous finger in her butt started her on the road to installing a special shower head in her bathroom so she could always be clean when he wanted her ass. A little pee on her leg while they showered together dominoed into her begging to be his urinal. The length of time he'd refuse to let her cum had stretched from hours to weeks.
So today when he casually told her to go to the living room and provide urinal service for his guests she hadn’t run away. She hadn’t said ‘no.’ She’d said “Yes sir,” stripped off her clothes, and knelt between a pair of strangers to take a face full of piss with a big grin. It never occurred to her to examine the path that had led to this. To recognize how every little concession had made her more of a whore. At this point it seemed like what she had always wanted.
NOTE: This is not how humans work. Boundaries may change and shift as a person gets to know themselves better, but they can't be altered by an intentional outside influence. Anyone attempting to do that to another human being would be absolutely reprehensible. This story is strictly a fantasy.
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