The corset was… tight, to say the least. She still wasn’t used to it, though she knew that it would be tighter yet before he was done with her.
Much like her once multi-coloured hair was now bleached so thoroughly that there was no colour left in it at all.
Everything about her would eventually be black and white, no colour, not even shades of grey.
She could feel the changes in how her mind worked, obedience was no longer something she could question, it was simply what she did. It was the same as many other things she used to consider shades of grey, like pleasure. Now it was simply a switch, either on or off. It didn’t matter if he lightly brushed against her breast, or smack it with all his strength… it was pleasure and and filled her mind either way.
She also knew what was coming next, with the exact same black and white view of it. It wasn’t a question of if, but when. When would he inflate her tits with huge implants. When would he cover her head with the same black latex that covered the rest of her body. When would she be perfectly black and white as well.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her at the thought of being completely covered in black latex, with a tuft of perfectly white hair sticking out of the top of her head.
Suddenly her body quivered at the thought, a gasp escaped her lips, as the pleasure, pure pleasure, coursed through her and an orgasm crested.
Her knees almost buckled, but she managed to keep standing, as he’d ordered her to do when he left. She didn’t know how long it would be until her returned, but she knew he would.
Then she would obey his commands and hope that he would make things even more black and white for her.
