Morning of a new day

It was the ultimate humiliation for a girl, urinating in front of her Master Boyfriend. With no choice but to comply, Annabelle reluctantly did Edward's will, timidly parting her tightly clenched hips.
"Wider Sweetheart..."
Annabelle spread her hips wider, lewdly exposing her hairy pussy.
"Clever, my girl.))"
Sitting in this position was extremely humiliating for the girl. Annabelle's face instantly flushed with shame, and she pictured herself sitting on the toilet, exposing her private parts to Edward while urinating. Annabelle felt a sudden heat in her crotch and a betraying sense of growing sexual arousal.
*How did I become such a submissive, horny slut?? Why am I turned on by these humiliations??*
The girl noted Edward's amazing psychological ability to influence the right points, playing with her most secret and intimate feelings, keeping her on the verge of shame and arousal. There was an awkward pause, the girl felt Edward's sharp gaze on her. Shame and common sense fought in her mind, and because of this shameful feeling, Annabelle could not relax the muscles of her perineum and make herself piss in front of her Owner Boyfriend, despite the urgent need to urinate.
"Darling, have you changed your mind??))"
Realizing the inevitability of the situation, the girl tried to relax, a thin stream of urine poured down with a melodic ringing.
"Well done, my girl..))"
The sound of pouring urine began to grow, changing the tone to a lower one. Annabelle wanted to sink into the ground from her own shame and humiliation, the only way out for her was to lower her head so that Edward would not see her face red with shame and humiliation. A whirlwind of thoughts swept over the girl's mind. How things have changed in her life. A few days ago, Annabelle could not have imagined even the smallest part of what is happening to her now. That she would defecate in tight handcuffs and gag, sitting in front of her Boyfriend, exposing her wet and depravedly exposed crotch on command, communicating with Edward in the language of her bare toes, while having no way to stop or change everything happening to her. How could she so underestimate her boyfriend's desires, and the level of her own romantic idea of her future slavery???
The sound of the jet gradually subsided.