the rules

"Dove, I'm going to call you 'Dump,' from now on. Got it, Dump?"

Dove nodded.

"Believe me when I tell you you must obey me. Believe me when I tell you you love to please me. Got it, Dump?"

"Yes."

"Believe me when I tell you that when I fuck you, you have contiuous mind-blowing orgasms."

"I believe you," said Dove in a breathy whisper.

"Now, no one is allowed to dump their cum into you but me. I can and will fuck as many other women as I wish, and sometimes I may take them away for a special weekend, and during those times, I may loan you out to a frat house, or bachelor party, or biker bar or something, but you can only use your mouth, hands, or hair to get them off, and they must cum on you, not in you. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good, Dump, and believe me when I say part of you will remember your life as a famous celebrity and you'll feel some shame, but you crave being a cum dump so badly, that is what you now live for."

Dove thought for a moment as she nodded.

Michael smiled at his new cum dump. "You will take to social media to announce you are leaving your life as a celebrity to become a cum dump. Believe me when I tell you that people will be OK with it even if they lose all respect for you."

Dove frowned a bit then nodded.