Why waste the perfect set-up for even more fun?

Looking down at the naked Janet, still on her knees and smacking her lips slightly, it doesn't take you very long to decide to mess with her some more. And with your last game ending a little too soon for your tastes, you decide to do something similar, only this time with no predetermined escape clause. It's practically a no-brainer to have it relate to what just happened as well as the new cock-sucking fetish you gave Janet, so you're able to easily belt a command off from the top of your head.

From this point forward, you will no longer use the words 'mouth' or 'lips' to describe those parts of your body. Instead, you will only ever refer to your mouth as a 'face-pussy' and your lips as 'cocksuckers', and will feel compelled to correct people who call them anything else. Like before, you will have no idea why you are doing this.

You finish just as Janet stands up and looks down between her legs, "Ugh, and I thought you were the one that was gonna make the mess."

"Yeah, you looked like you were really enjoying yourself," you say to her, "Do you normally get off on sucking men's cocks?"

Janet shakes her head, "No, never. I've given blowjobs before, but that was the first time I've ever had an orgasm from someone cumming in my face-pussy."

You fail to fight back a laugh at this, "Excuse me, what was that?"

Janet's eyes go wide, and she says, "That wasn't what I meant to say. I don't know why I called my face-pussy a... face-pussy. Face-pussy. Face-pussy!"

Her face scrunches up into a frustrated scowl, and she groans, "Oh you have got to be kidding me right now! This again?"

"I assume you're talking about your mouth," you say, carefully choosing how you word that sentence to get the desired result.

"You mean my face-pussy," she says almost on instinct. Her face goes red as she corrects herself, "I mean, yeah, that's what I'm talking about. I thought we were done with this."

"Me too," you lie, "This seems a little better though. Is that the only issue you're having?"

"I don't know," Janet replies. After a moment, she experimentally says a few words, "Vagina. Butt. Penis. ...It doesn't seem like it."

You rub your chin, "So it's only the word mouth you're having trouble with."

She nods, "Yeah, I can't say mouth without... hey, wait a minute."

"Seems like that problem fixed itself," you say with a shrug.

Janet furrows her brow, "This is weird. So I'm not going to call my face-pussy a face-pussy all the time? Oh come on!"

"You're not messing with me, are you?" you ask, having a harder and hard time keeping a straight face.

"No, I'm not!" Janet says, actually stomping her foot in frustration, "I don't know why I was able to say mouth a second ago! Or now!"

"Okay, let's try something," you say, "Repeat after me: 'you have a mouth, I have a mouth.'"

"No, mine's a face-pussy," she says, then blinks. That response seems to have clued her in on the real issue, even before she repeats the phrase, "You have a mouth, I have a face-pussy. Oh great, so it's only my face-pussy I'll be calling that. Wonderful."

"Looks like it," you say with a chuckle.

"It's not funny!" she yells.

"Sorry, sorry," you say, "You just look so adorable when you pout your lips like that."

"You mean my cocksuckers," she blurts out, before covering her mouth.

"Okay, that's one other word to the list. Seems like it's centered on your... oral areas this time."

Janet lowers her hands, "You think this has something to do with me sucking your dick? Like I told you before, that was the first time I ever enjoyed oral that much."

"Yeah, maybe some wires in your brain got crossed when you came or something," you say.

At the mention of her orgasm, Janet glances down at her crotch again and wipes a bit of cum off her leg, "Maybe? Fuck, I don't know. But I really need to get cleaned up. Do you mind if I..."

"Not at all," you say to her.

"Cool," she says, heading into the bathroom. As she's still comfortable being nude around you, she doesn't bother to close the door before grabbing some toilet paper off the roll. Instead, she leaves it open so she can keep talking to you, "Anyways, I can't just go around calling my face-pussy and cocksuckers... those things. There has to be some way to fix it. Any ideas?"

"I'm thinking..." you say to her. Even if you were only using exact words, it was only half-true, as you are distracted watching Janet wipe the paper down her slender legs to get all of her love juices off. Truth be told though, you haven't decided where you wanted to take this yet. Hell, you haven't even decided if you wanted to 'fix' her at all or just leave her like this. After all, her new vocabulary would fit perfectly with the new love of sucking dick you gave her in the heat of the moment. And of course, there's always the option to look like you're trying to help while continuing to make things worse for poor Janet.

...Wow, this Sapphire is really turning you into an asshole. Or perhaps you always were one, and just didn't realize it until ultimate power over the mind was dropped into your lap. Either way, this realization doesn't disturb you as much as you would expect it to, which in and of itself should probably disturb you, but that thought is immediately lost when you see Janet wiping her shaved crotch.

Okay, you had your daily moment of self-reflection. Big whoop. The real question now is how much of an asshole you are willing to be to a cute girl for your own satisfaction.