Not at all

The more you think about it, the more you're filled with anger and disappointment at what Carrie has done. She's taken her beautiful, one in a million body, and destroyed it. All because of her obsessiveness to give you a virgin. Which you wanted, but not at this cost.

You stare at her petite, used, naked body. You realize you'll never see her the same way again. Despite what she says about remaking her into whatever you want.

In fact, it's that suggestion that gets your mind wandering. And if Carrie can be such a certifiable sex maniac that she's willing to completely change the way she looks to fulfill your virgin fantasy, then she should have no problem doing so to fulfill your punishment.

The idea flashes in your head, and though you try to push it out for being too cruel, you know you can't. And since you've already given in to your most base instincts today, and you have in Carrie, a toy who will indulge you no matter what, you know there's no point in fighting what you want to do next.

You lean in toward Carrie, slide your hand between her thighs and begin to rub her clit.

"Mmmmm. You like it then?"

You shake you head. "I hate it." You say as Carrie's eyes bulge wide open. "You've destroyed yourself for nothing" you start to rub harder.

Carrie squirms. "I destroyed myself for you." She smiles.

You give her warm clit a little slap and she gasps. "If you're going to destroy yourself for me, you should ask my permission first." You rub some more

"Yes, sir. May I destroy myself for you?" Carrie smiles, squirming more. She's playing along. Because she doesn't understand.

"Oh don't worry about that." you say, "we're going to ruin your body, alright. That's going to be your punishment for this stunt."

"Yes.... mmmm." Carrie starts to pant heavily. "Make my.... body.... into your.... sex thing...."

She doesn't understand at all. If you were to make her into a bimbo freak, she'd only love it. That would be no punishment at all.

"No, no, no." you say. "We're not going to make you into a sex thing."

"You're... not?"

You can't believe you're about to say this. You can't believe the idea even turns you on. Perhaps it's knowing, if she agrees, that you have total control over this girl. Yes, if she agrees to this, she'd agree to anything. "We're going to make you into the last thing you ever want to be." you feel your cock getting hard again at the thought.

Carrie looks concerned. She should be.

So you drop the bomb. "We're going to make you normal.... boring... dowdy, chubby, bland."

Carrie's eyes jolt around. She can't seem to wrap her head around why you'd want to do this. Yet the thought of it is inseparable from her current state of ecstasy. "Is that.... what you.... want?"

"I want you to be a boring suburban housewife. The type of woman who doesn't constantly think perverted thoughts. The type of woman who doesn't spread her legs at every opportunity. The type of woman who doesn't even cum."

And with that you pull your hand away from her clit.

Her wide eyes are suddenly filled with a look of concern. She reaches her hands toward her slit to finish the job. You grab them immediately and push them away.

"You're not going to cum until I tell you to cum. Do you understand?"

Carrie's lip trembles. She can't deal. You can tell she can't deal. Yet her nature demands submission as the ultimate form of perversion. Her wet body flops around like a dry fish.

You lean into her closely. "Do you understand, my boring slut?"

She takes a deep breath. "Y....yes...." and seems to settle down under great duress. Then she adds. "But pp....please don't make it too long."

"Don't you worry about that." you say. "You'll go cum free as long as I want... won't you?"

And you know the answer. And she does to. "Y....yes."