[CONTENT WARNING: Hypnokink, Mind Control, Corruption, Non-Con, Sexual Situations, Submission, Degradation]
Looking over the photo he had shown her, she felt her mind running through a range of emotions and feelings. She knew he had his kinky side but suggesting she wear this get up? It was like he didn't really know her.
"I'm not saying it isn't hot but, you know ... I could never do that!"
"What do you mean, babe? You can do anything you put your mind to doing."
She laughed at the obvious flattery but didn't take the bait. Looking at the photo again, she let her eyes linger over the beautiful woman and the sexy clothes, feeling a touch uncomfortable and shy.
"Sweetie," she said with a half-smile on her lips, "You know I meant that I could not wear something like that. Yes, it's sexy as hell. But I'm too shy and modest for that." She giggled nervously at the thought of walking around dressed like that woman. And the collar and leash? Even in private for her boyfriend, it would be too much.
"Babe, you know I don't like to hear that kind of talk. I don't like it when you put yourself down and define limits like that. I'm serious. You can do anything you put your mind to doing."
It was nice to have such a supportive man in her life after all the creeps she had dated but she found him so damn infuriating when he wanted something.
"Sweetie, look ... it's just not me, ok? I really appreciate you sharing your desires with me and I love how you believe in me but I would just feel too embarrassed. And the collar? I mean ... I just would feel like ... I don't know ... like I was just a pet or something and not a person."
"Look, babe, when you say stuff like that, it tells me you are already imagining wearing it, right? If you are thinking about being a pet in that outfit, that means you are thinking about it, right?"
Ugh. He was so ... insistent ... when they disagreed. Yes, *he was right* that she had momentarily thought of wearing the outfit, and the collar, and even have his hand on that dumb leash, but it was just a moment.
"No, I wasn't thinking about it. I was just saying that was what I felt."
"Ok, babe, I understand. But haven't we had similar conversations in the past? Where you said you couldn't imagine doing something. But then after talking with me, you found I was right? You can do anything you put your mind to doing."
She had to admit that *he was right* about that. Like the conversation to start wearing lower cut tops to show off her boobs better. It was hard to even remember why she was resistant to that idea. She had a great rack and it kind of aroused her just thinking about showing it off these days. She used to be so modest but lately it made her so hot to show off her boobs.
And giving up on wearing panties was a big concern for her initially. Now though? She couldn't even imagine wearing them. She enjoyed the feeling of knowing she was "being naughty". And even at the gym, she loved the looks she got from the other ladies in the locker room when she dressed and undressed without panties. Let them stare. It turned her on thinking they probably thought she was kind of a slut.
*He was right* on both of those.
He had helped her get over those blocks and give in to her desires to do those things. And it felt so good to do anything she put her mind to doing.
But a collar and a leash was just too much. It seemed too much like giving up her own identity and becoming ... less. The low cut tops and giving up on panties were her idea and made her feel sexy because she really wanted them. Not because of his fantasies.
And wearing a collar and a leash would only be done to make him happy and not something she really wanted. It was completely different.
"Sweetie, look, I'm being serious. Yes, you are right," her mind caught a second on that phrase, feeling a quick rush of something, "that I have had some weird preconceived ideas in the past about some things. Yes, I said I didn't want them at first, and, yes, I do love that I got past them. But that was my decision. This is different. This is just something you want. And also ... it would be kind of demeaning to me ... like we aren't equals. Is that what you want? For me to just do whatever I'm told? So you can make me do whatever you want by putting a collar and leash on me?"
"How can you say that to me? That's so unfair. You know I'm your biggest supporter. I'm always telling you that you can do anything you put your mind to doing. I thought you wanted me to share my thoughts with you about stuff that makes me hot? You told me that you wanted that."
Things were escalating quickly. And if she was honest with herself, *he was right*.
More and more often lately, she had been encouraging him to share his fantasies. And she really did love hearing about them and considering them. She usually found she wanted those things more than he did.
Like with her nipple rings. She used to think they were trashy and kind of slutty. And when he shared his love for them, she had told him that opinion and she wouldn't want to look like that.
She could do anything she put her mind to doing and once she had thought about it, she decided they would be super hot. And now she loved them and loved the feel of them. Yes, she did feel a bit slutty with them on, but that just made her feel good deep inside, and give her a sexual thrill. What's the harm in looking and feeling slutty? It was exciting and hot.
It felt even better once she gave up on wearing bras. She remembered when he first shared the suggestion and, it was so funny to think about, she told him he was a total pervert. Looking back, it was such a silly thing to argue about. She was so worried about people thinking she was a cheap slut.
And once she considered it and decided it turned her on, she choose to start doing it, and she found she could do anything she put her mind to doing. Now she felt really fucking hot when she would catch guys and girls staring at her boobs. The cute little nipple rings poking through her tight low-cut tops, now that there wasn't a bra getting in the way.
God. She was getting hot just thinking of how cheap she probably looks to some of those perverts, drooling over her.
She kind of wished she had an audience right now, staring at her, making her feel cheap and dirty. She could barely remember how she was so stuck-up and reserved just a year ago before meeting her guy. He supported her through all her tiny perversions.
And once she decided she wanted to be cheaper and sluttier, *he was right*, she could do anything she put her mind to doing.
She noticed she was staring, longingly, at the photo of the woman in a collar. Feeling her arousal growing. Thinking how submissive and obedient a woman would feel in a collar, controlled by a leash. Feeling how submissive and obedient she would feel in a collar and leash, his collar and his leash. Fantasizing about what that would mean. Feeling naughty and horny as she focused on it, fixated on it, fantasized about it.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be difficult. You are right." Wow. That felt good saying that out loud. A quick burst of arousal. Pleasure. Desire for approval.
"You are right." Again. A strong rush of pleasure. Desire. "But you have to understand how I feel, ok? I feel like I've already become so cheap and slutty since we met. I know I really was desperate for all these changes and you probably think I'm so perverted already. But I feel like, maybe, if I give in to this one, you will lose respect for me. Like I'll just be a completely submissive pet, only doing what you want me to do."
"Not possible babe. I support you completely. I love who you have become. You know that I'm right. If you want to wear the collar and leash, I will support you. I don't mind if you become a completely submissive pet for me. You can do anything you put your mind to doing."
She could do anything she put her mind to doing.
And if she wanted to wear a collar and a leash and feel like a completely submissive pet, he would support her.
She was so lucky to have found him. To have a guy who supported her desire to be a cheap, slutty, submissive pet. She felt the arousal and desire for him growing deeper and deeper the more she thought about his support and how *he was right*.
She felt her pussy dripping with desire and her legs shaking with arousal and desire. Her words barely slipping out of her mouth, she was so hungry for it.
"Sweetie, you are right." OMG the pleasure. "And I love how supportive you are of me and my kinks. I want to wear a collar for you. I want to be a submissive, obedient pet for you. I hope you accept this and don't think I'm weird or anything."
She was so desperate for his approval. Desperate to hear his words of acceptance of her desire. Her perversions. Her filthy slutty perversions that consumed her.
She could do anything she put her mind to doing, as long as she had his permission. His support. His acceptance.
She hungered for his acceptance. She yearned for his acceptance. She would do anything for him to hear his acceptance of her slutty desires.
Hungering. Thirsting. Desiring his acceptance.
Her pussy now soaking wet, feeling her juices starting to trickle down her inner thighs, making her feel like a cheap dirty slut. Feeling so good and so right. So natural in this state for him.
Longing for his words of approval. Shaking with the desire and arousal. Anticipating the pleasure of his acceptance.
"Baby, I will always support your desires. I accept your desire to wear a collar and leash and be my submissive, obedient pet. Ever since we starting dating, I have learned that you always get your way. You can do anything you put your mind to doing."
Hearing his acceptance of her deep desires, she exploded into an orgasm right then and there, writhing and quivering, falling to the floor, overtaken by the immense waves of pleasure crashing over her, making her feel so dirty, so cheap, so slutty, so submissive, so weak, she realized that
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[Photos from @darkly-gleaming blog although I don't think they are his]