Make her your Slut

You cupped her chin, turning her head so that her fearful eyes met yours.

“Poor Slut. Vhat is Svetlana to do vith you?”

“Don’t fucking call me slut, you fucking bi—anhhh!”

You turned a slider and she writhed in place, tingles of arousal winding their way through her system.

“Zhis feelink vill continue to grow until Svetlana say so. You vill not be allowed to cum until Svetlana let you. Vood you like zhis to be over? Does Slut vant to cum?”

She nodded frantically, whimpering as her arousal grew.

“Vhat do ve say?”

“Yes,” she gasped loudly.

“Yes, vhat?”

“Yes…Svetlana?”

“No!”

You roughly pushed her down into a kneeling position.

“Svetlana is my name. You are not fit to utter with your slut tongue. That is your name now, yes? Slut. Now, vhat do ve say, Slut?”

She gazed up at you, lower lip trembling.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good,” you purred, kneeling to her level. “Very good, Slut.”

Getting down to her level, you caressed her hair before pushing her onto her back. You raised a finger near her mouth, which parted. You put your finger inside, probing the wet interior, brushing her lips.

“Tell me your name.”

“Thlut,” she said softly around your fingers.

“Good girl.”

A couple taps on the device and chains formed around her wrists and neck, forcing them back.

You crawled back along Joanna’s naked body, bending to insert your tongue into her dripping pussy.

“Oh my god, mmmmm, yes!” she screamed, the stimulation already sending her overboard.

“You like this feelink?”

You reached up and twisted a nipple.

“Yes, fuck yes!”

“You vant this feelink all the time?”

“_Yes! Oh god!_”

“Say it.”

“Please mistress! I want to feel this all the time!”

“I?”

You twisted harder.

“Slut! Slut wants to feel this way! Oh please!”

You released her and left her on the floor, panting. Her sopping wet pussy dripped onto the floor. You typed on the device, then presented it to Joanna.

“Do it.”

She blinked, slowly coming out of her sex-fueled daze.

“What?”

“You vant to feel this way? This is how.”

Her eyes scanned the screen.

“B-but…? This says ‘d-dumb nympho—mmmmmmnn! Dumb n-nympho cumslut’! I d-don’t think I wanna be—“

“Vhat are you?”

“I’m—I…”

The submissive personality you gave her made it almost impossible not to answer your question.

“I’m…Slut.” she said, defeated. Tentatively she reached out a finger and pressed the button.

* * *

“Mmmmmnnn!”

The professor sighed.

“Alright, who’s volunteering to take Slut here into the back room so we can focus?”

Nearly every guy in the room raised their hand.

“Okay, Johnson, you.”

Nobody was surprised when “Slut” failed to graduate for the second year in a row. Nobody remembered Joanna as the tall, athletic campus queen she used to be. They had always known her as Slut, the short, nympho, campus size queen.

She may have been the ditziest girl on campus, but she always seemed to be able to seek out the most hung guys each year.

In bathrooms, in cars, in public…Slut didn’t care where she got fucked. Once she started getting horny, it would mount until she could do nothing but pleasure herself on the spot, begging for anyone around her to satisfy her needs.

* * *

“Slut?? This is my fucking room, how’d you even get in here??”

“Like, who cares? Darren said you’re 10 inches, that true?”

Slut licked her lips, eyeing the crotch of the man whose room she had just broken into.

“I—yeah? But—“

She lunged at him, fumbling at his belt as she fell to her knees.

“C’mon, please? Slut, like, really needs some cock right now. Whaddya say?”