John starts looking on the internet for ideas. The wrong parts of the internet.

John watched TV, more interested in the show than the naked woman laying sideways on the couch, writhing around on his semi-soft dick. He did a bit of reading on his phone, looking up advice for AGS "handlers." He found a nice forum for people in his situation. The preferred term were, apparently, "master" and "pet." Ew. Or... well... they used the word "pet," because - apparently - they wanted the reminder that they needed to be cared for at all times. I mean, that was nice? Still - some of the stuff people did to their "pets," as they came to call them, was genuinely fucked up. He ended up reading a lot of the philosophy behind the decisions that some "masters" made. He patted Ver on the head gently. He would be kind, he thought. He might make things... weird... for her, both to keep things interesting for her and for her own survival, but he would keep his promise. He calmly grabbed her hair. Not to push, this time, just to - he didn't know. Share this relaxing moment? Take ownership, maybe? He gently pet her on the head like a dog.

Veronica, though... her world was very much NOT relaxing.

Veronica was horny as all hell.

She had never felt so frustrated by a half-hard dick. She wanted - she NEEDED - to cum. She could hear the TV nearby as John flipped through his phone above her. Occasionally he would pat her on the head and say something about what he was reading. She'd be more concerned about what she heard if she wasn't consumed by her need to GET JOHN HARD SO SHE COULD FEEL HIS CUM SLIDE DOWN HER THROAT.

Fuck, she needed it. She tried everything she could come up with - tonguing his slit, sucking hard and soft, swirling her tongue around his head, sucking his cock head in and out... nothing worked.

Still. Sometimes John's words would slide into her awareness, and she got concerned. John sounded like he was reading.... tips? On controlling AGS victims?

"Oh! I hadn't thought of doing that... I bet you'll get a kick out of..." John trailed off, patting her on the head again affectionately.

Some time passes -

"Okay, so I can rewrite your perception of reality *that* far, huh? Wow. I guess I have an alternative if my toilet ever gets clogged! Man, some of these memes are intense." Then he laughed, then grabbed one of her tits and started fondling absently. Veronica pushed her tits out in the hope that he would FINALLY get hard again.

FUCK. What was it he had said? Ah, well. Probably wasn't important.

She felt him pat her head affectionately... again. "Goooood girl... Mmmmm... Did you know that the preferred nomenclature for someone in your situation is 'pet'? Let's try it." John gently scratched her head again. "Gooood pet... I can feel you trying your hardest to get me hard again. I'm so proud of you." Veronica tuned him out entirely until he said: "If you keep this up, I'll be sure to give you your favorite treat later!" Veronica looked up at him, hearing him for the first time she quickly sucked his half-hard cock in and out of her mouth playfully, wanting to hear more. Treat? "Yup, you can feel your treat slide down your throat as soon as you finish your job." He smiled at her. Veronica was torn in that moment. She was disappointed that "treat" didn't mean more orgasms until she passed out - but still, she found herself getting intensely excited about the idea of John's cum.

She kept trying to get him fully hard.

But nothing happened.

Some more time passed. John spent all of it increasingly glued to his phone. Veronica paid him little mind, focused almost entirely on his ever-so-slightly-stiff dick. She was proud that she'd gotten it that far at least, and was trying to make up new tongue-weaves that might get him further. FUCK, she needed his cum. What little attention she paid him, John seemed lost in thought as he read what seemed to alternate between complex, thought-provoking posts and... tales of AGS victims, and their sexcapades.

"Oh! God. Fuck, that's hot. You might like this." Veronica felt him finally start to stiffen in her mouth. A hot undergrad grinding her lips into his dick, and nothing. But a forum thread talking about the suffering of another AGS victim on his phone did it? Veronica would have felt worried if she weren't so horny. What was he looking at? "This thread is cool. It's looking at ways to safely share you! Oh, wouldn't that be fun!"

Veronica froze for a moment. She heard that. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Sharing her? Like... inviting all of his friends over to pass her around? Inviting HER friends over to humiliate her??? She had a horrified look on her face, but John wasn't looking. He just pushed her head down on his cock. Fuck, she hated that. She hadn't had a chance to tell him how much, though. Aaaargh, he kept doing it. "I'd ask if you're okay with this, but... well, you're right. Consent isn't a thing between us." Veronica realized, finally, what exactly that meant. Oh, fuck.

"But seriously - wouldn't it make you happy to be trapped underneath a poker table? I could bet your ass or mouth for some of the rounds. See? That way you're not a whore, but I can still get money to support you! Okay, I know that saying this to you now probably makes you a little uncomfortable, but you will actually love it. I promise. And some of the suggestions here... oh, fuck! I can give all the party members sharpies, and have them write reviews for your holes, maybe? Hmmm... for your mouth, I think I'd write something like 'enthusiastic mouth - desparate even - but shallow. Switch to another hole or push the head down hard!'" John laughed. Veronica just tensed a bit. What? This... wasn't John. Sure, what he was saying was obviously true, but that was... kinda mean? Was the the beginning of the slippery slope? Did it even matter? What other alternatives did she have? Clearly, if her roommate was any indication, she couldn't trust the women in her life any more than the men. "Seriously, some of the things these people are doing... this isn't fantasy. Here's a naked cumslut-pet after her master gave everyone at the party some sharpies."

Veronica looked on his phone, seeing a picture of a naked woman with her head covered, covered in fluids with... truly degrading sharpie written all over her. Some of it was psychological, like "please pay attention to me, I'll do ANYTHING"; some of it was instructive, like "cum here please!" with a tally marker currently reading 12; some were kinda fucked up, like pierced nipples that were labeled "heavy-duty handle." And some were just random words, to Veronica. What did "piss slut" even mean?

"See? Look at how many **** orgasms they gave her and how many loads of cum she's taken! Don't you sort of want to flick her nipple rings? And look at her! She's loving it! She's a 'Cumslut' type of pet. That's why her face is hidden at the party, she doesn't leave her master's house and no one knows who she is - unlike a Free Use or a Mouther something. There are all kinds. It's like pokemon! There's Painsluts and Body Horrors and LifeGimps and Cumsluts and Bimbos and Free Use and the Gibbering Mouthers and... there's so many! This is... wow. Okay, I'm starting to nerd out a bit about this.

John typed a bit longer on his phone. "Alright, I just sent in a picture of you on my cock as proof. I've got access to the private area of the forum now. Username's GoodKingJohn. Oh, look at this! It's a short video of that one Cumslut-pet scooping cum from her ass and eating it after the party. In the private area of the forum, we can see her face. Look how happy she looks!" Veronica was having a hard time focusing on his words, horny as she was. But some of what she heard was starting to worry her. This... John was clearly not reading the same websites she was. Hers were focused on surviving AGS. His, though? She looked at the video of the woman. A thin line of cum stretched between her two fingers, and she licked her lips frantically, clearly being told to wait for some reason. At some off-screen command, she started devouring the cum on her fingers as fast as she could, and her face showed what could only possibly be abject bliss.

His websites were clearly... something else. She would have been disturbed by it, if she weren't growing hornier by the second. Some part of her really did want to sit under a poker table right now. But still, some part of her thought that John really, really shouldn't be reading those websites. Still, she had felt him grow harder, finally. At least they were getting her what she wanted? They couldn't be that bad, right?

"I can't wait to invite all your friends over to have them rate your holes with me. I'll be sure to let them watch you lick up the cum, though. I wouldn't want to keep that to myself!" He laughed an tousled her hair.

Veronica frowned at him as she throated his dick. Was he really talking about inviting her book club to watch her... fuck. Fuck. What about that one creep that kept touching her? Oh no. No no no no no. This was getting worse than she'd thought. The thought got lost in her screaming arousal, though, as his thick cock in her mouth occupied 99% of her attention. At least he was hard now, but now she wasn't able to get him more than a third in.

In her desperation, she tried doing what John had done to her earlier. She pointed his cock at the most sensitive part of her throat barrier and just sort of... rubbed it around until she gagged, then tried to press his cockhead into her gagging passage to massage its tip.

While Veronica tortured herself on John's cock for his pleasure - John mostly ignored her, still flipping through his phone.

Even more time passes -

"Oooh! I was looking up the Body Horror sluts, and this is something else. Some people are getting into body modding their pets! Look at... okay, maybe you wouldn't enjoy seeing some of these, but some of this is... wow..." While Veronica was senselessly horny at this point, she was starting to make sure to listen to what John was reading on those sites.

Veronica felt the minutes move by. How long had she been sucking his cock for? An hour? Several? She was having trouble keeping track of time, horny as she was.

"Okay, maybe that one's a bit *too* ****. Okay, I mean, I get this guy's point. The control can be appealing to you, Ver. Pet. But still, removing all your limbs? I don't know. I can't agree with the premise of subjective experience being all that matters. Even if you're happy about being just a torso, I think there's something to be said for inherent quality of life. Maintaining things like agency, and stuff. I'll have to figure out whether I can find a better way." He frowned as he ran his fingers through her hair, staring at her body with an appraising eye. "But I bet we can do some stuff, though..." He seemed thoughtful, his eyes drifting across her body. Veronica would have been overwhelmingly horrified to hear him say that if she weren't so distracted by the increasingly urgent NEED for John's cum. It seemed like the more John read, the harder his dick got. She'd actually had his cock in her mouth for hours now, and this was finally some movement. Paradoxically, in this moment, she wanted John to read *more* horrifically degrading strategies - she needed his cum down her throat NOW.

John put a firm hand on her head. Much firmer than before. He spoke "You know, I didn't realize just how much I can do with your body. With *my* body, really." Uh oh. What? "I need to work on pronouns. I'll stick to my promise. I'll make sure you're happy. But, well... this website is making a really good case for me to make sure I have a bit of a firmer hand." Veronica felt him put a... firm hand on her head. He didn't let her come back up. She felt him bunch up a lot of her hair and start to push HARD. She started gagging violently, but John didn't stop this time. She started pushing against his hips, hitting him even - and eventually just started to flail as her gag reflex went wild. He just kept pushing hard and harder until... pop! He slid into her throat. John started jerking on her hair, forcing her to go all the way to the base of his cock.

While part of Veronica was focused intensely on breathing, her teeth, and how much her whole body was twitching on his cock - and, she must admit, most of her was focused on getting that fucking CUM - a small part of her was quietly ecstatic. She'd never actually done that before. Compared to her throat barrier being stabbed, it actually felt kinda... nice. She could focus on the sensation in her lips, and the feel of John's thick cock in her throat did actually feel satisfying. She started to relax.

But then John started to pump her head like a fucking fleshlight. He didn't just break her throat barrier once - he pulled out, then pushed back in. Then again. FUCK this hurt. Veronica hated this, and the moment seemed to never end.

Her only view in vision was his balls pressed up against her eyes, retreating for barely an inch, and then pushing back up against her eyes again. The hairs on his sack poked her, and she had to close her eyes and just - well, accept this. She tried to sink into a meditative state of sorts, and heard John speak. "I haven't been a very good master for you, I'm learning. I'm sorry. It's a common mistake, apparently, to give your pet too many orgasms too early on. Really messes you up mentally, apparently. I'm so sorry, my little pet." This time, Veronica heard him. Pet??? He shoved his dick violently down her throat with every word, bottoming out every time, and continued. "We need to have a nice, long chat about what your life means now, living alongside your master."

Veronica looked up. Finally, something had gotten through her horniness. Her throat full of cock, she looked up at John, frowning. "-aster?" she said, looking insulted, confused, and betrayed.

"Yes, I am your master now. Say it." He grabbed her head, and started to violently facefuck her. One hand held her hair in a fist, and the other one held her neck. Together, he had total control in shoving his cock as deep into her throat as he could. He never seemed to actually pull out, never seemed to give her more than the briefest of moments to breathe as his rhythm had him pull out just a hair more than normal.

In those breathless moments, she answered, defiant. "Uh uh." Or... at least, as defiant as she could be, given the circumstances. Fuck this. "Master". Veronica hated the word. She hated this pushing on her head. It was... a little more tolerable than she'd have thought, given how horny she was. Still, this is not what she signed on for.

"Say it, or I'll leave you frustrated for a week. Worse than this, even."

Veronica frowned. John seemed to be so casual about this. And she knew, it would be so so easy for him to do it. This... if she didn't say it, he would keep escalating. She knew she really had ****. Fuck. He had her. And, well - it's not like it wasn't true. Her eyes fell. "O-ay.... aster."

John pushed her head in as far as he could as she said the word. "Good to hear you know it... pet." What the fuck? There it was again!! PET?!? Then, Veronica felt John's dick start to pulse, and nothing else mattered.

FINALLY! She tasted a bit of his cum as it slid down her throat. "Good girl. Now swallow, and you have permission to cum for me." She felt her own orgasm coming on... rising... then, it hit her HARD. She ended up letting quite a bit of the cum in her mouth dribble out as she shook. It slid down between her tits before coming to rest on her hips near her pussy.

"And one last thing. This orgasm is going to last 10 minutes straight. And the whole time, when you have even a moment to think - I want you to realize that you're not cumming because I told you to. I just gave you permission. You're cumming because you called me master while I came down your throat." Then he casually pushed her aside on the couch to twitch in the corner while he went back to the website.