Spend the night with Tina, exploring every inch of her transformation-enhanced body and pushing her to a new orgasm record. then call a meeting with the entire mansion staff including the pilots an flight attendants who don't yet live in the mansion due to the airbase being under construction to go over Yasaka's and the nurses mistake, clarifying why you are upset and that it shouldn't happen again. you then set a baseline stating if you live in the mansion your abilities are for mansion residents only unless otherwise ordered
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You explore Tina's transformation-enhanced body with meticulous attention, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame towering over her punk aesthetic form. Her blue-streaked blonde hair splays across your silk pillows as your hands trace the tribal tattoo curving around her right hip.
"Fuck, Mistress," she gasps as your fingers slide between her thighs, finding her already slick with anticipation. "I'm still sensitive from earlier."
"That's the point," you purr, lowering your mouth to her pierced nipples. The silver barbells catch the light as you flick them with your tongue, causing Tina to arch her back dramatically.
You take your time with her, building her pleasure methodically. When you finally position yourself between her fishnet-clad legs, your enhanced member pressing against her entrance, Tina's eyes widen with a mixture of desire and apprehension.
"How many orgasms did you have today while driving?" you ask, teasing her opening with slow circles.
"F-forty-three, Mistress," she answers, her punk makeup already beginning to smudge as sweat beads on her forehead.
"Let's double it," you challenge, thrusting into her with deliberate force.
Tina screams in ecstasy, her transformation-enhanced body perfectly calibrated to respond to yours. You establish a rhythm that quickly brings her to her first climax of the evening, her body convulsing beneath yours as her purple-painted nails dig into your shoulders.
"One," you count, not slowing your pace.
Hours pass as you explore every technique in your considerable repertoire. You flip her onto her stomach, taking her from behind while pulling her blue-streaked hair. You lift her entire body effortlessly, bouncing her on your cock while standing. You employ toys from your extensive collection, filling both her holes simultaneously while stimulating her clit with precision.
"F-forty-three," you announce as dawn breaks, Tina's body trembling uncontrollably beneath you. Her fishnet stockings are torn beyond repair, her punk makeup completely smeared across her flushed face. "One more to break today's record."
"C-can't... anymore..." she whimpers, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"You can," you insist, positioning yourself to deliver the final climax. "For me."
When Tina finally collapses into unconsciousness after her forty-fourth orgasm of the night, you allow yourself a satisfied smile before cleaning both of you up and letting her rest.
By mid-morning, you've called a mansion-wide meeting in the grand ballroom. Staff from every collective assembles in perfect formation – the Maid Collective in their French uniforms, the Amazonian Security Collective in tactical gear, the Financial Drones in their white corsets, the Handywoman Collective in their practical overalls, and even the aviation crew who've been summoned from their temporary quarters.
"I've gathered you all to clarify something important," you begin, your voice carrying effortlessly through the space. "Yesterday, there was a misunderstanding regarding Dr. Yasaka and the Nurse Collective's assignment."
Yasaka steps forward, her nine golden tails curled submissively around her legs, her fox ears flattened against her head. "Mistress, I take full responsibility—"
"This isn't about blame," you interrupt, your tone firm but not harsh. "It's about clarity. I'm not upset that orders were disobeyed. I'm disappointed that valuable experimental data was compromised."
You pace before your assembled servants, making eye contact with key members of each collective.
"From this moment forward, I'm establishing a baseline rule: If you live in this mansion, your abilities are exclusively for mansion residents unless explicitly ordered otherwise."
Primary Unit Grayfia curtsies deeply. "The Maid Collective acknowledges and accepts this directive, Mistress."
Commander Athena pounds her fist against her chest in salute, her still-topless state from losing game night not diminishing her authority. "The Security Collective will enforce this protocol."
One by one, representatives from each collective acknowledge your decree. When you reach the aviation crew, Captain Raven Kingston steps forward, her punk goth aesthetic a stark contrast to her professional demeanor.
"Mistress, what about those of us who don't yet reside in the mansion? The airbase construction—"
"Until your permanent quarters are established," you clarify, "you're considered mansion staff with temporary external housing. The same rules apply."
Raven nods, her multiple piercings catching the light. "Understood, Mistress. We'll comply fully."
As the meeting concludes, you notice Dr. Maxine approaching with Cortana's holographic form beside her. You've established clear boundaries today – now it's time to move forward with your plans for global transformation.