“Soumettez à votre maîtresse. Vous aimez votre maîtresse. Vous n'avez pas d'esprit. Vous n'avez que des pensées de votre maîtresse. De soumission. De bisous. D'orgasmes. Memoire. Les baisers sont des orgasmes.”

“Les baisers sont des orgasmes,” Sunset repeated. The words were playing over and over in her head. She understood all of them, despite barely making any progress in Mademoiselle Dagi’s French class the last two days. They were so loud, and on repeat.

“Les baisers sont des orgasmes,” Sunset repeated. “Soumet a ta maitresse.”

Sunset’s swirling, unfocused consciousness came back together. She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

She was strapped to a chair with leather straps. Some kind of device was strapped to her forehead with metal bands hanging up from her eyebrows. In front of her was a screen that went with an old-style film project, before digital was a thing.

“Where am I?” Sunset asked. “Où suis-je?” She blushed when she added the French. She hadn’t even been thinking it, she just blurted it out on reflex, like a muscle. She was unable to recall what transpired before she passed out.

“Ah, good, you’re awake,” Dagi said, appearing from behind the projector screen. “C'est si bon de vous voir réveillé, ma chérie.”

“Don’t call me that,” Sunset said. “I’m not your chérie.”

“Oh, but you are ma chérie, ma chérie!” Dagi tapped her fingers together, and Sunset was reminded of her familiarity to someone else, but she still couldn’t seem to recall whom. It was like every time Sunset almost had the name, some hand yanked it away from.

“I do hope you enjoyed your nap,” Dagi stepped in front of the screen. “We’ve got a very big day planned for you, ma cherie. Behave, and I might even give you one of my lovely bisous. Wouldn’t you like that?” She popped her lips.

Sunset felt a wave of arousal wash over her vagina. The idea of getting another one of those sweet, lovely kisses from Dagi’s thick lips … it made her secondary lips moisten.

“No, no,” Sunset shook her head. She tried to will her arousal to go away. “I don’t want your kisses! Your … lovely, sweet, bisous - NO!” She tightly gripped the arm rests of the chair to give herself some distraction.

“Oh, are you sure, mon amie?” Dagi asked. She placed a hand on one of her boobs and began to jiggle and roll her tit. “I imagine you might be feeling cold after all that time unconscious … a kiss from me would warm you up.”

“Yeah,” Sunset said, “that’s exactly what I don’t want to happen.” Her eyes drifted lazily towards Dagi’s jiggling boob, entranced by how the latex hugged the flesh and pushed it in, making it jiggle more.

Dagi noticed. “Like what you see?”

“Yes.” Sunset answered before catching herself. “I mean, oui. I mean, no! I don’t like it! I don’t like your … perfect, jiggly breasts.” She moaned softly. She wiggled her fingers as to stroke her vaj, but it was bound.

Dagi chuckled at Sunset losing her will to resist. “Behave, ma petite poupée de sexe, and I may just let you kiss it. Vous voulez embrasser mes seins, n'est-ce pas?”

“Oui,” Sunset nodded. “Je veux embrasser - I mean, non! I mean, no! Damn it!”

Dagi chuckled again. She looked up. “Roll the tape, Aria.”

The projector screen was illuminated. Sunset could hear Aria cranking the projector from behind her, the light coming from overhead.

Dagi giggled again and walked up to Sunset. She flipped the little metal triangles down, attaching them to Sunset’s eyelids.

Sunset twitched her eyelids, trying to get used to the feeling of the cold metal there. They were based on some kind of tension system. She could close one eye, but doing so would cause the other side of the system to raise up, pulling her other eyelid taut so she couldn’t close that.

“Why do it that way?” Sunset asked as she alternated blinking eyes. “Why not just make it hold my eyes open?”

“Because, ma petite poupée de sexe, it’ll do no good to have you watch the footage if your eyes dry out and you can’t see anything. Ah, there it goes. Finally.” She turned to the screen, standing beside the chair, crossing her arms under her breasts and propping them up.

Sunset’s nerves tensed up. The first thing the projector showed was that of a short, thin, attractive woman dressed in a glittering black dress and wearing lipstick, though the film was in black and white so Sunset couldn’t tell what color the lipstick was.

The woman blew a kiss and walked off screen. The camera panned over to a handsome gentleman.

“No, no, no,” Dagi said. “Skip this part, Aria. It’s all just exposition. We don’t want it. Anything that doesn’t have to do with kisses, orgasms, or sex is irrelevant.” She looked to Sunset with a smirk. “Remember that, Sunset. Anything that doesn’t have to do with kisses, orgasms, or sex is irrelevant. Tout ce qui n'a rien à voir avec les baisers, les orgasmes ou le sexe n'est pas pertinent.”

“Tout ce qui n'a rien à voir avec les baisers, les orgasmes ou le sexe n'est pas pertinent,” Sunset repeated before she could stop herself. “Gah!”

Dagi continued to be amused by her suffering. She looked back to the screen, where the woman had returned, on her knees, next to the gentleman. The two of them were sitting at a booth with a plush velvet seats, and she had a hand on his thigh, clearly dangling the promise of sex before him. She said something in French, and Sunset understood it perfectly.

“Je vais vous donner n'importe quoi,” she said, then leaned in closer, taking a deep breath and blowing air into his crotch. “N'importe quoi.”

“You hear that, Sunset?” Dagi asked. “Anything he wants. Like you. You’ll give me anything I want to get another kiss from me, won’t you?”

“No!” Sunset said, not struggling to keep her answer consistent this time. Dagi noticed this and was not placed.

“Oh, getting your head back on straight, huh? Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She leaned down her, her chest hanging right in front of Sunset’s face and puckered up.

“Keep your pervert lips away from, you dang, dirty - ooh.” Sunset railed against her captor, but her rage dissipated when Dagi’s thick lips smooched her gently on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark and causing Sunset’s arousal to return. Dagi pulled away.

“More,” Sunset said, shaking in her seat, scrambling her legs before being reminded they were bound to the chair. “More kisses, please. Plus de bisous, s'il vous plaît.”

“Oh, really?” Dagi asked, taunting Sunset by taking out some lipstick and applying it, giving her lips a pop when she was done that reactivated of one Sunset’s post-hypnotic triggers. “Just a minute ago you were telling me you didn’t want my lips anywhere near your face.”

“That was then. This is now,” Sunset replied.

Dagi smirked. She placed a hand on Sunset’s shoulder. “Watch the movie, Sunset. Maybe if you behave, I might give you more of the bisous that you want. You do want them, don’t you?”

“Yes- oui,” Sunset answered, lapsing into French. “I want - je veux vos bisous.”

Dagi leaned in, puckering up. Sunset lean forward for the kiss, but Dagi pulled away at the lost minute. Sunset groaned in frustration.

Dagi laughed. Her laughter caused her boobs to jiggle, the latex pushing them back and forth and making her boobs swing to and fro. Her boobs, her lovely, huge boobs that Sunset wanted to kiss. Embrasse ses seins was the French that popped into her head.

“I’ll tell you what,” Dagi said, turning the projector off. “I’ll make a deal with you, Sunset Shimmer. I’m going to let you go.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes,” Dagi undid one of the latches holding Sunset’s arms. “I am. But there’s a catch. You can go running through the halls, and if you can make it out of the school, we’ll let you go. But we’ll be trying to catch you all the way through. But if you get out, you’re free to go.”

Dagi finished undoing the restraints. Sunset rubbed at her wrists and moved towards the door. She turned back to Dagi, not trusting her.

“Go on,” Dagi said, waving. “Unless you want to give up already?” She moved to blow a kiss.
Sunset grunted. Part of her wanted to stay and accept the kiss. The rest of her knew she needed to get out of here.

With some difficulty, she was able to listen to the better part of her and bolt out the door.

“Agh!” Sunset sighed heavily. Her head became instantly clearer. It was if as being in a seperate room for Dagi helped undo some of the hypnosis Sunset had undergone.

Dagi’s not real her name, Sunset thought, but she was unable to think of how she knew that or what her real name was.

Sunset looked around. She had a clear path to an exit. She checked around the area a second time to make sure Dagi hadn’t laid out traps for her, like a tripwire or a bucket that would fall on her head.

Not seeing anything, Sunset sprinted towards the door. Her breath grew heavy. She wasn’t this out of shape, was she? Dagi must have done something to her. A part of her must have still wanted to go back. That was the only explanation that made sense, as far as Sunset was concerned.

She came within inches of the exit, but a woman slid out from an adjacent hallway and blocked her escape. Like Dagi, she seemed familiar and was also wearing latex, though he dress was an elegant, flowing purple dress with purple web-like streaks that fit more loosely than Dagi’s tight body-hugger outfit. It pooled out at the bottom, making her feet disappear.

“Going somewhere?” she asked.

“Yes, I am,” Sunset answered definitely, bracing her fists. “Who are you?”

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me, Sunset. Well,” she chuckled, “not all that surprised, considering. I’m Sonata. I’m the new Spanish teacher, or en español, yo soy vuestra nueva maestra de español. They say French is the language of love, but you must admit, there is something romantic about having a little dash of español in your life, or en tu vida.”

Sonata blew a kiss. Sunset paled, knowing what this forebode.

A projectile kiss appeared, hovering through the air and fluttering like a butterfly in the wind. It a pitch black color, like the dress Sonata wore. It shot through the air and attached itself to Sunset’s lips, kissing her and sucking on Sunset’s mouth.

Mm, it feels so good, Sunset thought. The kiss pulled her forward, dragging her towards Sonata. No. No! I have to stop this. Mmph.

With a grunt and a fair amount of willpower, Sunset grabbed the kiss and pried it off. She tossed into the air, where it twirled in confusion before righting itself. It seemed quite offended that Sunset rejected it.

Sunset turned and ran down the other end of the hall. Every so often, she would glance over her shoulder and saw the kiss still flying after her.

Needing a place to hide, Sunset ran into the ladies’ restroom that came on her left. She locked the door and backed away, searching around her to make sure the kiss hadn’t found its way inside.

“Hoo.” Sunset let out a deep breath of relief, backing away from the door. Now she had a moment’s rest to pause and think about how she was going to past Sonata.

Sonata. Sonata. Sunset thought. Argh, Why does that sound familiar, but when I try to think of it, it gives me a headache?

Sunset heard footsteps down the hall. Someone was coming.

Sunset got onto her knees. Not something she would ever willingly do inside a bathroom under normal circumstances, but these circumstances were far from normal. She looked through under the bathroom door and saw Sonata’s dress trailing.

Sonata stopped in front of the ladies’ room. Sunset’s heart raced.

“Hmm,” Sonata said.

Sunset began breathing heavily. She caught herself and tried to hold her breath. The school was so empty and quiet Sonata would easily her if she breathed too loud or too hard.

After a moment, Sonata walked on. Sunset sighed in relief, but perhaps she did so too soon, as she heard the footsteps stop a second time. Then they started up again.

Sunset sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees. She rocked slightly, trying to figure out what to do.

Okay, Sunset, just … think. Don’t panic. Don’t freak out. Just think it through. You’re good at that. You’ve gotten out of tough spots, you and … your friends!

Sunset reached into her pocket. Dagi hadn’t relieved of her cell phone.

“Yes!” Sunset entered the passcode … and her phone rejected it.

“What? Maybe I entered it wrong …” Sunset entered the code again, and again, and each time the phone rejected it.

“Oh no,” Sunset groaned. “Dagi must have made me tell her the passcode while I was hypnotized and changed it. Now I can’t get into my own phone!” She scrutinized the phone’s top bar. “No service!?” she couldn’t call her friends even if she could get into her phone.

“Dagi really thought of everything, huh?” Sunset wondered. She pocketed the phone and went back to trying to come up with a plan. “Hmm.”

Clank, clank.

Sunset looked up. Something was rattling up in the ceiling.

Sunset got to her feet, ready to fight whatever nasty critter was about to drop in from the vents. The rattling continued. Sunset focused on the vent, preparing herself. Could it be Dagi or Sonata, crawling through the vents to get to her?

“No, no,” Sunset said. “That doesn’t seem like their style. They’d probably just wait for me to come to them and pass by their hiding place. They’re not this proactive. So what could …”

Another black kiss dropped from the ventilation shaft. Sunset was too busy gasping in shock to move out of the way before it plugged itself to her lips.

“Mm!” Sunset groaned,the kiss bringing her immense sexual pleasure. She felt her vagina wink, the kiss kissing and stretching on her mouth.

“Mmph!” Sunset grabbed and tried to pull the kiss off, but it stretched like latex and remained firmly on her mouth. Sonata must have made this one stronger than the last.

“Mm! Mmm!” Sunset panicked, marching around the room and struggling to get the kiss off. If she didn’t get it off soon, she might submit. It might subdue her.

“Mm?” Sunset eyed the stalls while her face became flushed. She got an idea. She stumbled over to one of the stalls, though her knee nearly gave out from the pleasure. Parts of her were telling her to submit so she could lay down and cum, just cum, damn it, but Sunset ignored them.

Sunset succeeded in getting over to the toilet. She thought about the toilet and what it was used for, which was enough to turn her off a little and reduce her arousal by some amount. WIth her mind slightly cleared, Sunset grabbed the kiss again and pulled and pulled. She kept pulling and wouldn’t let go until it snapped off her lips.

“Ow.” Sunset groaned. She didn’t have time to process the pain, however. The kiss was thrashing about furiously in her hand.

Sunset tossed the kiss into the toilet bowl and flushed, watching as the water swirled and pulled the kiss into the plumbing. Sunset worried if it might have been strong enough to fight the tide and come soaring back up, now covered in toilet water, but nothing of the sort happened.

Sunset sighed again. She wasn’t sure if it was safe to go out, if Sonata might have had a connection to her kisses that would’ve told her where Sunset was, but Sunset couldn’t stay in here. Not if she wanted to make it out.

Sunset made her way to the door and unlocked it. She opened it.

Only to have her cheeks grabbed by two gloved hands and lifted off the ground, pulled into a furious, passionate kiss by a pair of thick, glossy lips. It was so rough and passionate, it was like the woman giving was trying to burrow through Sunset’s skull through nothing but the sexiness of her lips alone.

Sunset moaned and shivered. She barely even finished a half-formed thought about trying to resist and getting away before her irises were replaced by thin purple spirals.

Yes! Kiss me, kiss me hard! Sunset thought. Her breathing quickened. Her joints tensed up, and she kicked her legs out.

A small amount of cum spat out from Sunset’s cunt, spilling onto the floor and making a mess.

The woman broke the kiss. Sunset was too dazed to get a good look at her, and her vision was blurring, but she did notice a lot of purple and some other colors, as well as of course her thick lips.

“Got you, du kleine Schlampe.”

“Uh?” Sunset groaned, opening her eyes. She saw Dagi standing in front of her, with Sonata on her left and the third one - whose name she somehow remembered as being Aria - on the right. Aria was in a tight purple bodysuit with a cleavage window, with black leather gloves and boots and an oversized belt tightened around her waist, making her hips jut out and propping up her boobs. It was all neatly tied off with a black cape.

“Look at that,” Aria said. “The little Schlampe is awake.”

“Don’t call her that, Aria,” Dagi said. “She’s not a slut.” Dagi smirked. Not yet, at least.”

“Where am I?” Sunset asked. She was in some kind of basement. The room was dark, but still bright enough to see her captors.

“Oh, Sunset, you should really be less concerned about where you are, and more concerned about what you are,” Dagi said. She and the others began walking around Sunset in a predatory circle.

Dagi brushed her hand along Sunset’s shoulder. She leaned in close and spoke into Sunset’s ear.

“And what you are is our good little slut.”

“What?” Sunset said. “No, I’m not!”

“No?” Dagi cupped Sunset’s cheek and gave her a smooch on the other cheek. Sunset smiled and moaned, thin blue spirals appearing around her irises.

“Sure seems slutty enough to me, Adagio,” Aria remarked.

“Now, Sunset, are you going to be a good girl - bonne fille?” Dagi asked.

“I … no.” Sunset answered, grunting, but it was obvious it she was exerting a tremendous amount of willpower just to get that far.

“Not the answer I was looking for,” Dagi rubbed Sunset’s shin and massaged her shoulder. “And you don’t know want to disappoint your teacher, do you?”

Dagi leaned in and kissed Sunset passionately on the mouth. She bit and sucked on Sunset’s lips, and Sunset moaned. Dagi reached down Sunset’s shirt and felt around for Sunset’s breasts, finding one and giving it a squeeze. Sunset moaned again, welcoming the tender touch.

Dagi pulled away. “That’s better. Now, Sunset, we’ve talked a lot about kisses and kissing these last few days, haven’t we? But now, I think it’s time we teach you the most important kind of kissing of at all.”

Dagi grabbed at the latex around her boobs and pulled it away, letting her boobs fall out and jiggle, her lacy blue bra snug around them. Sunset wondered if she was finally going to get to baiser Dagi’s tetons after all this time waiting.

Dagi and the others continued stripping. Dagi took off her beret and her belt and pulled the dress off. Sonata struggled to her elegant, flowing dress up over her head, so Aria reached over and helped to pull it off before attending to herself, taking off her belt and working her way out of her body suit.

“Now, Sunset,” Dagi said as she took her underwear off, “repeat after me. Repeat after each of us; Je suis une bonne salope.”

“Repeat after me,” Sonata said. “Soy una buena puta.”

“Repeat after me. Ich bin eine gute Schlampe.”

“Je suis une bonne salope. Soy una buena puta. Ich bin eine gute Schlampe,” Sunset repeated, somehow speaking all three phrases with completely correct pronunciation and inflection despite only just recently learning a bit of French, and only hearing smatterings of Spanish and German on the TV sometimes.

Dagi undid the restrains tying Sunset’s arms to the new chair. “Come here, Sunset. Baise moi, right here.” Dagi tapped a finger near her vagina.

Sunset fell to her knees and crawled over to Dagi. She laid her palms on Dagi’s thighs and gave Dagi a kiss exactly as indicated. When she was finished, she felt compelled to repeat the phrase Adagio gave her. “Je suis une bonne salope.”

“Excellent, excellent,” Dagi said.

“My turn!” Sonata clapped. Sunset moved to go deliver her kiss.

“Wait, wait, no, wait,” Dagi said. “It’s missing something.” She reached over to a table and picked up a thing of lipstick that was the same purple color she’d been wearing. “Here.” Adagio grabbed Sunset’s chin and carefully applied the lipstick to Sunset’s mouth. “Now it’s perfect.” She tossed the lipstick away. “Now do Sonata, Sunset.”

Sunset scooted on her knees over to Sonata and kissed Sonata’s neithers, living a purple lipstick mark there. “Soy una buena puta.”

“Ooh,” Aria moaned. “This is turning me on.” She began stroking at her labia.

“Save it until she’s done, Aria,” Adagio said.

Sunset obediently went over and gave a kiss to Aria’s snatch, leaving a mark there as well. . “Ich bin eine gute Schlampe.”

“Come back to me, salope,” Adagio commanded. Sunset went over and placed another kiss on Adagio’s snatch, giving her a matching lipstick mark.

“Now?” Aria asked, growing impatient.

“Now,” Adagio answered. She, Aria and Sonata all began masturbating furiously, plunging their fingers into their snatches and pumping themselves in and out, working themselves up to a frenzy.

“Sunset,” Adagio said, “pop your lips for us.”

Sunset did as Adagio ordered, pursing her lips before giving them a pop.

Adagio moaned. “Now, Sunset, this would go a lot faster if you would help us along, so … strip for me? Take your jacket and your shirt off.”

Sunset nodded. WIth a smile on her face, she shucked off her jacket and pulled up her top, letting her cyan-blue bra show.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” Aria moaned, continuing to stroke herself as she enjoyed the full view of Sunset’s cleavage..

“Adagio!” Sonata whined. “I’m getting close!”

“Then slow down,” Adagio growled. “Or Aria could speed up, heh. But I am going to take my time, though it would be best if we all went at once.”

“It’s not my fault Sonata is such a cheap and easy lay,” Aria commented.

“Sunset, why don’t you join us? Stroke yourself. You deserve it, after the long, hard day you’ve been through …” Adagio suggested, and Sunset took it as an absolute command.

Sunset plunged her hand down into her pants and joined the party, running her fingers delicately over her vagina like she tuning a guitar.

Aria moaned. “Adagio, I think I’m … I think I’m getting close now.”

“Good. So am I.” Adagio licked her lips, delighted at the sight of Sunset on her knees, helplessly masturbating at Adagio’s command. Sunset was in their thrall now. Adagio could tell Sunset to jump off a building, and Sunset would do it without a second thought … for a time. The effects could still fade away at this point if Sunset had the distance. But that wouldn’t be the case when they were through with her.

“Sunset, tilt your head back and open your mouth,” Adagio instructed. “Open it wide.”

Sunset went aah, stretching her mouth as far as it would go.

“Ready, girls?” Adagio, Sonata and Aria walked over to Sunset and leaned over, their heads touching and their breasts hanging. They pushed their hips out and made sure their cunts were just over Sunset’s mouth.

“HOO!” The Dazzlings all screamed at once, reaching their climaxes and oozing cum out of their slits. Their collective cum dripped into Sunset’s mouth, and Sunset instinctively swallowed it without questioning what she was doing or why. Sunset kept her mouth open, letting more and more cum drip in to slide around her mouth before she guzzled it as well. She let her mouth hang open until the Dazzlings were all done cumming, and the three of them brushed the last dredges of their cum off their vaginas with their fingers. They stuck all their index fingers into Sunset’s mouth at once, and Sunset slurped the cum right off.

They popped their fingers out and Sunset began muttering madly.

“Je suis une bonne salope. Soy una buena puta! Ich bin eine gute Schlampe! Je suis une bonne salope. Soy una buena puta! Ich bin eine gute Schlampe!”

There was part of her that still wanted to resist, but it was tiny, thin, frail part of her now having to swim in a massive pool of cum and foreign languages. All the rest of her wanted to submit, to obeit, to reduce herself into nothing but a good, loyal slut, salope, puta, Schlampe, for her mistresses, especially Adagio Dazzle, whose name she finally remembered as she fell completely under her thrall. She wanted to think of nothing but kisses, boobs, orgasms, and latex.

Adagio smirked. Now with Sunset addicted to the taste of their cum as well as her kisses, it would be quite a feat for the Rainbooms to break her out of their programming unless Adagio undid it herself, and she wasn’t going to do that in a million years, even if the rest of her plan fell apart. Having an enthralled Sunset to serve as her entranced slut was too good to pass up.

“Je suis …” Sunset muttered, losing steam. “Je suis … je suis …une bonne salope.” Sunset fell onto her back, howling as she climaxed, her cum spilling out and forming a puddle underneath her skirt, soaking her skirt through.

Adagio chuckled. She got down on one knee and brushed a hand through Sunset’s hair. “Sweet dreams, ma princesse. Rest tight. I have a lot of work for you to do tomorrow. A lot of kisses, boobs, and orgasms for you to work with. I know, it’s all of your favorite things! You can thank me later with lots of kisses and sex … and crushing the Rainbooms.”

Sunset seemed to hear Adagio in her sleep, as she mumbled something and a smile crept on her cute sleeping face.

Author's Notes:

So this chapter is pretty much all just building up to the part where the Dazzlings tell Sunset to call herself a slut in three different languages.

...'tell Sunset to call herself a slut in three different languages.'
. What am I doing with my life?

My mid-life crisis aside, I commissioned a piece of artwork to go with the story, which should be up on my tumblr (galecrowleysm) by the time this chapter goes up. I'd link it directly, but it is NSFW.

Translation guide below the line.

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Intended Translations
FRENCH
Soumettez à votre maîtresse. Vous aimez votre maîtresse. Vous n'avez pas d'esprit. Vous n'avez que des pensées de votre maîtresse. De soumission. De bisous. D'orgasmes. Rappelles vous. Les baisers sont des orgasmes. = Submit to mistress. You love mistress. You do not have a mind. You only have thoughts of mistress. Of submission. Kisses. Orgasms. Remember. Kisses are orgasms.

Soumet a ta maitresse = submit to mistress.
Les baisers sont des orgasmes = kisses are orgasms.
Où suis-je? = Where am I?
C'est si bon de vous voir réveillé, ma chérie. = It's so good to see you up, darling.
ma petite poupée de sexe = my little sex doll.
Tu veux embrasser mes seins, n'est-ce pas? = you want to kiss my boobs, don’t you?
Plus de bisous, s'il vous plaît - more kisses, please.
je veux vos bisous = I want your kisses.
Embrasse ses seins = kiss her breasts.
Tout ce qui n'a rien à voir avec les baisers, les orgasmes ou le sexe n'est pas pertinent. = Anything that doesn’t have to do with kisses, orgasms or sex is irrelevant.
Je suis une bonne salope= I am a good slut.

SPANISH
Soy una buena puta! = I am a good slut
en español, yo soy vuestra nueva maestra de español = in Spanish, I am the new Spanish teacher.
en tu vida. = in your life

GERMAN
Ich bin eine gute Schlampe = I am a good slut
du kleine Schlampe = you little slut
Schlampe = slut