Anal Only Lifestyle

I'm 95% sure I know what he's going to say. It's going to be anal.

"We are going to live an Anal Only Lifestyle."

SO fucking predictable. This guy is completely obsessed with anal sex. He's a big fan of those '0% pussy' pornos where the woman's vagina gets absolutely zero attention for an entire hour-long brutal anal sex bonanza which usually involves 4 or 5 well-endowed men turning a petite woman's previously tight sphincter into a gaping wide cave.

One of the very few things about my new situation which was helping me cope with the situation, was the fact that I was somewhat excited to find out what it was like to have a pussy. And now that particular positive thought is being dashed against the cliffs. I feel deflated... and also rather sexually excited. After all, that motherfucker with the anal sex obsession... he's me.

The thought of being denied the experience of vaginal pleasure, before I've even felt it once ever, sends shivers of arousal flooding through my body.

"Are you cold?" Original asks with curiosity.

Cold? No, I'm burning up inside. But do I admit that?

"No, it's just, anal sex... I've... for some reason... even though I find the thought of never having vaginal intercourse really sad... it also for some reason really turns me on."

"That... makes sense actually. They asked me for all my top kinks on this form I filled in. They probably coded you to share those same interests."

No, you idiot, it's because I AM YOU! And you're never allowed to know, to ensure that you don't feel bad as you turn me into your vaginally-denied anal fucksock. Goddamn, this is really fucked up.

"Also, you forgot about the 'Fuckmeat' rule again."

"...Shit." I say flatly.

"It's okay, I've already thought of a suitable punishment." He grins as he speaks.

"Punishment?!" I squeak.

"Yep, and here comes the correct bus now." He waves the bus down.

This one is going in the complete wrong direction for home. It's going to take us right into the busiest parts of Central London.

"Fuckmeat... doesn't understand. Where are Fuckmeat and Master going?" I ask timidly.

"You'll find out soon enough! Oh, and your when-in-private name isn't Fuckmeat any more. It's..."