Never

As months went by, your mind deteriorated. You were trapped in a constant hell of fucking and sucking and being powerless to do anything. Others decided what you did, where you went, even what you wore. More often than not you were without a bra, having been ordered not to wear one.

Occasionally you’d come across the rare submissive customer, but being ordered to be dominant was almost worse than being **** into submission. Eventually, you gave up trying to control your actions. Why think? Why do anything? If your mind and body were forcing you to be a slut, why try to be anything else?

As you stopped thinking, your need to be dominant faded, replaced by an addiction to sex. Soon the only decisions you made were in reference to how to get your next fix. You even started going out of your way to hang out near other people you knew would ask you to do lewd acts, and started suggesting things they could make you do in private or even in public. You didn’t have to be ordered to dress slutty anymore—you did that on your own.

“Hello boys!” you called, waving at the group of guys walking past.

You pulled at the straps on your top, squishing your breasts together enticingly.

“Hey, Svetlana! Why don’t you come suck me off!”

“As you vhish! Svetlana does vhatever master likes!” you said happily.

You rushed over, chest bouncing. You were always so eager to please.