Hosting a Seminar

"You are all strong, intelligent women," you said, " You don't need sex to complete you."

"I am a strong intelligent woman," all the women in the audience repeated, "I don't need sex to complete me."

" You ARE capable of self control," you said, "And you CAN help yourselves!"

"I am capable of self control, and I can help myself."

"Ok, let's see who has been paying attention,"Male guardians, show your sluts your penises."

The men in the audience looked over at the woman apprehensively, and the room was filled with the sound of flies being undone. As you expected, every single woman in the room lurched toward their male guardian's cock, but most of them regained their composure before they actually made contact.

Except for one chocolate skinned beauty in the front row. When she saw her boyfriend's cock she dove for it and swallowed it whole. She realized what she had done and looked around in utter embarassment, but like all women, she couldn't stop herself from being a brazen slut.

"Will the woman in the front with a dick in her mouth come forward?" She immediately removed her mouth from her male guardian's cock and walked onto the stage. She also couldn't help but listen to your commands, just like all other women.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"Poloma," she said.

" Well, Poloma," you said, "Since you like sucking cock so much, get on your knees and give me a blow job." She did just that without any hesitation. When her lips wrapped around your hard shaft, you realized immediately why she liked blow jobs so much, she was a superstar at it. Definitely a keeper.

"Poloma here will need more personal reintigration training," you said, "But with practice and discipline, I have no doubt she can be a productive member of society once again."

"Every woman is different, with different needs beyond just sexual gratification," you said, "That's just the most basic prerequisite. Woman take to reintigration differently." You grunted as you shot your load in Poloma's mouth who moaned with delight on your cock, but you didn't miss a beat.

"That's why I offer personalized training programs, so you can taylor your slut's training to her specific learning style," you said as you saw a hand raise in the second row.

"But you're the only person who does this," he said, "How can possibly account for every woman's personality and learning style?"

"Well, women are hardwired in the brain to obey me," you explained, "It's true that my training podcasts aren't one-size-fits-all, but at the end of the day women can't not obey me. But that's why your feedback is so important. Your sluts only get to listen to my voice on the radio or the podcasts, because obviously I can't meet with every last girl on the planet. So if the standard training course isn't right for you, contact me on the website and request a custom recording."

"The fact you ladies are sitting here today without fucking everything that moves is proof that my training courses work," you declared, " But let me introduce ypu to someone very near and dear to me, my loving wife!"

Well, one of them. Laura waltzed onto stage in a shining silver dress. She smiled and waved at the applauding audience then took her place beside you on stage. Of course, she couldn't help herself but glance down at the slut blowing you in front of an audience of hundreds, but as much as she might have wanted to join her, she kept her composure.

Everyone knew her, certainly everyone in the room recognized her. She was your greatest success story. When you first met her in a psych ward five years ago, everyone had deemed her a lost cause. She was foaming at the mouth, humping the chair leg while mewling like a stray cat in heat. Mental evaluations had determined she was only barely self-aware or even sentient at that point.

You could have just helped her the quick and easy way by putting a baby in her. It helped thousands of other women in her same situation, but the government was really pushing for your experimental reintigration training at the time. They needed to prove it could work, and who better than the president's daughter.

"When Laura and I first met, she had forgotten how to speak," you explained and shoved your dick all the way down Poloma's throat, "Now she's a fully productive member of society. To show you how far she's come, she's agreed to do live HUNK Exam with some of the men in the audience.

Most of the men enthusiatically raised their hands for the chance to seduce the president's daughter. Laura looked around the room and selected four total hunks, two burly black men, a latino, and a handsome blonde white guy.

The guys practically leapt onto the stage, and one of them hadn't yet put his cock away from earlier. Laura stared at his swaying dick which looked like a python hanging out of his shorts, but she didn't make a move on him. Poloma and a couple other women in the audience couldn't help themselves though and tried to run up onto the stage, but their male guardians pushed them back down. You grabbed hold of Poloma's shoulder and pushed her back onto your cock which she gladly swallowed.

"Hello gentlemen," you said, "Are any of you familiar with the HUNK test?"

"I'm actually a government sanctioned HUNK," said the blonde guy.

"Oh well then you should have no problem," you said, "Here's how this works: you each have two minutes to seduce Laura into a relapse, so don't go easy on her. First guy to successfully break her self control gets to have her."