Beg

"Please Master." I whimper, still desperately holding the toy to my clit in vain.

"You don't understand. My asshole is so tight and sensitive, and sore from wearing that buttplug for so long. It can't take what's... what's necessary... for that."

If it's even possible for me to anally orgasm. I never was able to in my old body. But if there was someone who could orgasm anally, it would probably be someone like me with artificially enhanced sensitivity.

"Can't we just do normal sex stuff for a bit? And build up to the more fetishy stuff when I feel more comfortable? I'm sure there's a way for us both to be really happy together. Do you want me to suck your cock? I'll suck your cock!"

Yep, I'm that ****. I crawl towards him. I can see he's very tempted, but he takes a step back.

"I'm sorry Buttslut, but it's already been decided. You're an anal only ****. You will never, ever get to experience a vaginal orgasm. And the sooner you make peace with that, the better."

"Please give me a chance to convince you otherwise!" I beg. "Please!"

He thinks for a minute.

"What do you think is worse? Having zero vaginal orgasms, or having one vaginal orgasm and then never getting to experience it again?"

"Having zero." I say flatly, and instantly, and truthfully. I just really really need to know what it feels like. Especially now I've gotten this close.

"Wow. Okay, I wonder if you'll regret that though." He ponders.

"Does this mean you'll let me cum?" I ask, full of hope.

"To be honest, I just really want to see what you're capable of. So, here's the deal. You have 24 hours to convince me you deserve a vaginal orgasm. This is your only ever chance. If you pamper me sufficiently, and play your role of sex **** perfectly, and I'll un-numb your pussy for five minutes. Either way, after 1pm tomorrow, your pussy is staying numb for life."

A test, and a game. A cruel game. My heart beats faster. I love a high stakes sex game. And plus, a moment ago, I accidentally edged myself like ten times, so I'm pretty sexually flustered.

But, I know I can do this. I know this man. I know him very well. I know exactly what will make him feel the most pampered, the most like he has the perfect ****.

If I can play the perfect **** for 24 hours, and he loves it as much as I expect he will, I will then have a bargaining chip. A style of behaviour which he desperately desires from me, which I can provide or take away as I see fit. And then, one I have some chips on the table, we can renegotiate the terms of this deal.

I turn off the clit stimulator, and place it down on the floor. I rise to my full height, and look up into his eyes. I interlock my fingers and stretch them, as if preparing them for use.

"Buttslut accepts the terms of Master's challenge. Prepare yourself for 24 hours of heaven."