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Unfortunately for you, that smile does no favors as the man decides to rapidly rehypnotize you, his work decidedly not finished.
“Nicolette...you’re a slut.”
“I’m...a slut...” you mutter. You know you’ve slept around, but a slut? You’re honest with yourself, but even that seemed a little much.
“You are a slut.”
“I am a slut,” you say with some more confidence. It’s true: you’re a slut. Simple as that.”
“You love being a slut.”
“I LOVE being a slut!” You say excitedly. Oh how amazing it was to have sex literally all the time. You’re lucky you were always smart, or you might not have done so well in school with all of your time spent fucking. You might never settle down; why would you? You can sleep with any guy you want as it is!
“You love to be objectified.”
“I...what?” You ask. Sure, you loved the slut life, but you weren’t an object. Nicolette isn’t just her pussy.
“You absolutely love being objectified.”
“I...I...” you sputter, your resistance failing. “I love being objectified...I absolutely love to be objectified.” It’s true. You aren’t much else of a person anyway, your only personality trait being your promiscuity. You loved it when people reduced you to a mere object, because that’s what you were. As you think this, you are now dressed in a very pink and very slutty outfit, with your hair and makeup done and a collar around your neck.
“You are always horny.”
“I’m...oh...always horny...” you say on the brink of orgasm. Fuck, you were horny right now!”
“You will fuck me.”
“I...of course I’ll fuck you!” You say with a laugh. Hey, it’s cock! What slut would turn that down.
He stops the pendulum...