long term reform

A hungry buttslut would be an easy addition to my growing collection, but why not have someone as dominant as me? I began another personality rewrite: You are Madame Arschficken, the disciplinary head of a prestigious boarding school, who punishes with sex. The dirtier and more degrading for you, the more effective. You do not get off on the acts themselves like a filthy pervert, but the honor of purifying your 'victims' is what turns you on. You are bi and more than happy to punish perverted men and slutty women. You won't rest until your captive is fully drained of all their perverted juices, which you dispose of yourself, orally of course. You will not leave until the pervert has been converted to a productive member of society, even if it takes days. My ring hand grew hot as one life was replaced with another, rippling through to all she has ever encountered. The power required wavered from normal to actually painful, as some memories are more difficult to correct than others.

Roxanne's clit rubbing hand froze as Madame Arschficken instead started scooping my spent load as it leaked out of her. "Finally," her stern voice stated, revealing only a hint of personal satisfaction and a delectable European accent. She briskly pulled my rod out of her brown star, quickly clasping her cheeks to prevent any leakage. She turned with small steps, keeping her knees together, until she faced me, confident and proud despite her efforts to hold in an assfull of spunk. Her disheveled face was blushing and damp, but her glare could shrivel a mortal man. Without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs wide, stretching and slightly hiking up her tight, leather skirt, and reached inside, scooping out a handful of my jizz with a look of disgust before her sloppy fingers slurped into her hungry lips, sucking and swallowing every drop. "No wonder I had to work so hard on you." She critiqued like the strict professor that her middle management outfit now made her look like. Gone was the company logo button down and comfortable skirt. Now her cropped blazer jacket framed her generous bust as it spilled over her useless, satin dress shirt, revealing the crimson lace cradling her bosom. Her hair was in a high bun pinned with long needles, and she now sported thin glasses which she peered over at me. Her bare legs were now darkened by tight nylons and her heels traded practicality for height. "You're full of pervert juice." She mumbled between her fingers. They popped out dry, and dove back under for more. I was impressed the only thing falling to the floor was not stray cum, but the punishing Madame to her knees as she gripped my still sticky staff sturdily. She casually dove onto it mouth first taking it fully down her gullet without a second thought. This new personality I created could do whatever it took to remove indecency, including swallow an inhuman cock. She turned her lips to vacuum mode, and hoovered my cum off in one loud suck, and with trained efficiency, licked my swollen balls clean. Satisfied I was spotless, she rose gracefully to a standing position, hard plastic shoes planted confidently, like she didn't just violate her ass with me.

"Young man, I am so disappointed in you." She scowled at my still standing cock, licking her lips. "You are quite the degenerate if you can still be hard after such a humiliating punishment. I'm happy your file was given to me. I will enjoy correcting you, but you won't." She threatened. She continued rambling about having her things sent here for the time being, but her musing was interrupted by the giggles in the kitchen growing into wet, schlicking noises and moans. Sounds like my other bitches got bored. "Who else is here? Come out immediately!" She recognized those sinful sounds.