She Loves Her Collar

He'd sexualized and objectified everything about her since they'd met. her clothes went from jeans, shorts and t shirts to skirts and dresses that only barely covered her tits and ass. He'd made her burn her clothes along with her bras and panties. He'd enlarged her tits to be disproportionate to her body and used up her savings to do it. Large rings now hung from her nipples and labia and were often weighted for his pleasure. A new tattoo above her hairless cunt read "Owned" and a fresh brand on her ass was still healing. she no longer walked in His home. Instead she crawled naked and plugged from room to room. she was His pet, and with that title came the disadvantage of using furniture or eating with utensils. she was taken outside to use the bathroom on a leash while He waited. The embarrassment of His constant humiliation had lowered her confidence and self esteem, making her more and more dependent on Him for training, education and leadership. Each day she fell further and further down the rabbit hole of her own enslavement. her rights were gone, as well as anything she'd ever owned. There was no cell phone, no car, no credit cards.... not even an ID that showed her name. Reminders of her slavery were everywhere. The cups and bowls she ate from were labeled "cunt" and pictures of her servicing Him in every way imaginable hung in each room of the house.... framed art work He both loved and admired. There would be no way to leave, even if she wanted to.... but each passing day cemented her place and her duty to Him in her mind. Soon, there would be only Him.