You're already primed to be re-written

"YES, MR.ALDRIC!" you scream, your delirious compliance sealing your fate.

"Good slut." He smiles with vicious victory, pounding into you a few more times before finally erupting deep inside of you.

You should be screaming your ecstasy, but your brain has ceased to function. Every single synapse in your brain fries, dies completely as your orgasm wracks your entire being. As his cum fills very single crevice of your womb and vagina, your brain slowly reboots. After almost a minute of pure nirvana, your body drops limply to the counter, held up only by Mr. Aldric's hands.

"Good slut," he mutters, patting your hip gently.

Before he can say another word, you slide from his grasp to your knees, turning to face him. Smiling, you take his deflating member, sticking it into your mouth. You have to clean up after yourself so Mr. Aldric doesn't need to. Besides, the taste of his cum and your juices coating the pillar of flesh is the most delicious thing you've ever had. You moan, feeling your pussy pulse with pleasure while your attention resides solely with this perfect cock.

His hands take to your head, holding you firmly in place. You fall still, understanding his wishes implicitly. After a second, he begins thrusting, fucking through your gag reflex gently, your tongue swirling round him zealously.

All too soon, he recedes, stepping back and beginning to tuck himself away.

"You will wait in here, fuckslut," he commands. "Get into a stall and lock the door. You will masturbate the entire time I am gone. I'll tell Lukas you were feeling sick, and I sent you home with my private driver. When the party is over, I will retrieve you and return you to my home."

"Yes, Mr. Aldric," you agree, tone dazed and dreamy.

"While you are in here, you must be silent. However, it will not be easy to do so. If someone enters the room, double your efforts to cum-- you will not do so without my command."

"Yes, Mr. Aldric." You reach down, beginning to rub yourself, par to orders. He smirks, clearly pleased with himself.

"Good slut." With that, he turns towards the door. Without ceasing your ministrations, you rush into the stall at the far end of the room, closing and locking the door behind you as he unlocks the other door and returns to the party.

Immediately as the door closes, you let out a long, low moan. Covering your mouth with your other hand, you silently chastise yourself for failing to obey Mr. Aldric's orders so immediately. You need to be more careful from now on. Taking a deep breath, you settle on top of the toilet, keeping one hand over your mouth as the other toys with your clit. You smile deliriously as you feel his cum sliding down your thigh.

Your eyes widen as a door opens. Immediately, your fingers increase their pace, attacking your nub with a vengeance. Your lungs and throat struggle to **** out another moan as your anonymous company occupies the next stall over.