John takes note

John's Log

I decided to keep a record of Veronica's training, to make sure we don't get off track. I've gotta say - I'm really having trouble making sure I act in a moral way. Not because of any temptation, honestly. I've never been so sexually... satisfied. It's actually really taxing to stretch myself to do this much - I could stand a lot less, I'm not usually someone who thinks about sex all that much. But I need to make sure she's ready. This world... it is full of nothing but danger around every corner for her, unless she treads the fine line that others have found to be successful for their wives, mothers, sisters, friends, coworkers, or whatever. Most people aren't happy about it, but if you don't do it - your loved ones seem to just disappear, apparently. Definitely used, probably incredibly unhappy, maybe dead.

So the forums I'm on are half full of people giddy with the fun sexcapades, and half full of tearful husbands, pleading with the forum for any option other than fucking their daughter in the ass. It is such a a weird, weird world. There are just no legal protection of any kind, and none seem to be coming.

I know that Veronica would have probably stabbed me had she been on her right mind, given some of the stuff I've done. But... except for the first time (when she begged me to use her and I didn't know how to do it for her rather than to her), it really has all been for her benefit. Obviously, she believes me about that completely - but it's also really true. I can't help feeling kinda bad, though. I'm supposed to do something sexual to her pretty much every time I see her, and to stay filled to the gills with Viagra for the whole month. But it always feels exploitative, no matter what the internet says is needed.

I don't know. It's not the temptation. I just... I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels to have my cock sheathed in her throat nearly 24/7. And she's not only eager, she's *creative*. She'll do weird shit like have me cum in her hair, blow-dry it to dry and cook it into place a little, and then nibble and eat it out of her hair like some kind of snotty cum-eggs for the rest of the day.

Who even thinks of that? She's always been something of a genius, but now all of her genius is being put towards pushing her own boundaries as creatively as she can. It's just so fucking hot to see her go from being uncomfortable with something to being a depraved slut for it.

I guess... the moral issue isn't the temptation, but there's only so many times you can facefuck a girl to tears for her benefit before you start to feel like you might be enjoying it a hair too much (though with all her practicing, she isn't crying much anymore, I guess?). I'm starting to enjoy it. A lot.

It's a problem.

But anyway, she's taking to the new rules well. Because the world is sex-mad, it really hasn't noticed the ability to give AGS folks... well... "powers," for lack of a better word. Nothing supernatural, of course, and all placebo-based - but real nonetheless. Veronica was always capable of producing extra spit - by, say, thinking about a lemon or getting horny. But because she has near total control over her body now, she could trigger a fountain just by thinking. She could make it thicker or thinner for different purposes, even - thin for cumplay, letting it drip onto her tits; thick for throating and anal lube.

But she could do so, so much more. I kept giving her new powers as part of her reward. She can trigger a shot of adrenaline for a manual burst of strength and speed that was genuinely impressive - like "lifting a car off a baby" impressive. She is almost infinitely flexible. She can trigger bursts of healing, so that she can appear injured but then nearly instantly recover. She can control how her hair grows: insofar as stress can cut off hair loss or strengthen it, she could now manually set which hairs grew. She can decide whether to get pregnant. She can do pretty much anything except dial down her pain, **** her pussy to be wet, or cause an orgasm - those three have habit of angering people sometimes, and can backfire. But she needs to keep it a secret, which led to the first safety rule:

11) No talking about your powers to anyone but John, and only in private. Hide them at all times, except in emergencies.

And then for the sexual one I went ahead and codified one we'd actually been following for awhile:

12) No orgasms without John's approval.

I never withhold orgasms - it wasn't my way. No, the main purpose of this rule is that it should give her a Pavlovian response to being near me, which should automatically protect her from **** just a little. Even with her mind wiped - if she saw me in a crowd, she'd start to drift my way.

Believe it or not, next up for our physical safety rule was another simple one for the day. She didn't have to change anything this day either:

13) No handjobs or finger fucking except as a supplement to ongoing head

It's really, really fucked up - but as far as the forum could tell, giving a handjob or a fingerfuck to a stranger was the leading cause of **** for pets. If Veronica does it to the wrong person, they would break her for the insult. The aftermath of someone "breaking" a pet like that is... not pretty.

Ugh. Anyway.

Staying clean is important, but showers are few and far between. She's already gotten a little used to licking the cum off her own body early on, this was just an extension of that. After a few days of nothing new, we both had fun with the new rule:

14) Eat everything edible on my body

I told her to lay on her back, then drizzled some maple syrup mixed with cum on her tits. All her food was eaten off of her stomach, tits, and out of her pussy with a long straw that day. She seemed to be getting a kick out of it until I pulled her into the shower and told her to hold her hand out. Then I pointed my cock at it and looked at her expectantly. Her smile fell when she felt warm piss start to cover her fingers, but I just held eye contact and waited. A lot passed between us in that moment. She had said she never wanted to do this, drink piss. I looked at her. She wouldn't have a choice. She understood, and then slowly, very slowly - she pulled up a finger and sucked it clean.

I rewarded her immediately, more than I ever had before. I said, that once per day - she was allowed to make herself feel as happy as she could possibly imagine, for 5 seconds. This was her most dangerous power, in my opinion. Give a rat a button that lights up a wire in the pleasure center of its brain and it will push it until it dies. Any more of a "happiness button" and it might wire her to do something like **** me to get me to give her more of it, or hypnotize herself to skip the intervening time, or mutilate herself to ruin her ability to do anything but hope for someone to make her permanently happy. The ability to make yourself happy was *dangerous.* Even this small amount... well, it seemed fine, on the forums. Veronica, unsurprisingly, loved it. I'm glad. She could use the happiness, dangerous as it was - and I made sure she knew about the danger, though it didn't matter.

But it was a powerful reward. The next day, imagine my surprise when for week three she decided that it was time to take the plunge - watersports was officially her new fetish for the week. I asked her how she wanted to proceed, and she just told me to follow her to the bathtub, knelt, and told me to piss in her mouth.

She tried to swallow some, but almost all of it just got on the floor. I asked if she was willing to clean it up, and she just nodded while she held her mouth open. I figured she'd go grab a towel or something, but I must admit my surprise when she bent her head to the ground and started slurping up what was there. It took awhile, and halfway through I got hard watching her. She just politely blew me, and then finished me off into the remaining piss on the floor, and went back to slurping the now cummy piss on the floor. Honestly, watching this made me really, really worry about that happiness reward I'd given her. This was... a lot. I worried that I might have seen her trigger it *while she was slurping.* For a moment, it looked like she was in complete and utter ecstasy down there.

At the time, I was worried that it might mess her up somehow. We talked about it later, and yeah. She did find herself incredibly attracted to the idea of drinking from my cock. Well, too late now, I guess. She decided this was her favorite fetish, and she's been trying to drink up every drop ever since.

Such a weird day, because the rule we were practicing was honestly kinda dumb. It just had her read lines like "If I am alone with someone not named John Goodwin for more than 1 hour, I will try to return to John immediately instead of finishing my current task. I will use every skill, power, and trick to do this - even **** and ****, if needed." It was meant to echo into her dreams. Honestly, I don't will do anything, but the forums swear by it. It certainly couldn't hurt:

15) Read the list of subconscious traps out loud 20 times daily.

Veronica actually laughed at the next rule:

16) Play up whatever your user seems to want. Humiliation, pain, orgasms - whatever they're looking for, give it to them as soon as you can.

I read the rule to her as I was pissing into her mouth after lunch one day. She moaned as she swallowed.

"What do you think your slut is doing already? You think moaning like that is natural? John's throat is doing it because it makes you cum faster! Who moans while they're sucking cock?"

"I mean, you? You stop to beg and moan all the time, because of your sensitive lips. I mean, you literally just moaned, right now, when you swallowed my piss."

"Oh. Right. Ummm... I... erm... didn't actually notice I'd done that. It tastes extra yummy today, by the way. Don't know what you've been eating. Okay fine - guess it's real now, I'm not acting anymore. But it wasn't always. Your dripping whore will just keep doing it, then."

"Sounds good. Play up the acting. But today wont be easy. Giving humiliation and orgasms will be easy. That's just acting and... well, stuff you like anyway. But pain? Today is going to suck for us. We have to get you to at least be able to tolerate pain while you're turned on. Maybe even be turned on a little by it? Fuck, I don't want to do this. But it's actually necessary. Hang in there for today. Now bend over, you're going to have to convince me that these painful spankings I'm about to give you are turning you on instead." I did my best Patrick Stewart impersonation. "Acting!" *Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

It started out funny, but stopped pretty quickly.

I felt really bad about that day, since most of it involved pain. The hardest part of this was being able to... appease sadists a little bit by appearing to be a masochist. The rest was just pretend. So to do this, for today (and every now and then, on designated days which both of us hated) I would walk up, do something like twist her nipple, and she would have to get wet before I would let go.

The next three were fairly simple:

For her protection, she would always wear a collar with a small hidden camera. That camera would stream directly to his phone at all times while reporting GPS information.

I told her that while she was home she'd be in control of the app and Camera, for her own privacy. She ended up kinda loving this collar, actually - both for its practicality and its... well? It was her first clothing in weeks. She thought it looked hot as hell. She was right. It made it much easier to catch footage for her journal.

After I came on her face sometimes, she would go over to a mirror to get some hot footage of her playing with my cum. I'd watch her sometimes. Fuck, it was getting harder to see my friend Veronica and not a cum-addicted toilet slut.

17) Wear the collar at all times while outside of John's apartment.

The next day was interesting. I called a very, very discreet and professional in-home tattoo and piercing specialist, then had her get pretty much every possible piercing. One through her tongue, some through her nipples and clit, and a variety of piercings all around her face. I also gave her a tracking microchip, like a dog might have. Since she's bigger, she could handle having one with a GPS under her skin. Now, wherever she is, I can find her on my phone. As for the piercings? She would be given total autonomy over those and they mostly existed to allow her to maintain about the only jewelry she'd be able to carry if she wanted. Since she would end up going naked most places, these piercings would more or less act as her "clothes," and would allow her to somewhat control how people saw her (just like real clothes do). I had gotten her a set of things that were somewhat like clothing, and she liked having the options:

We used the piercing itself as training, as she was supposed to try to maintain her wet pussy despite the pain. She got through it great, and her healing was... well... seeing her heal from them was weird. It wasn't like Wolverine or anything, but she triggered her healing power and all the piercings were done healing inside of an hour. Then she pulled out all the jewelry and tried to heal *just* one piercing in *one* ear, and she was able to do it! Is that really what placebo is capable of, if given total control?? I'd heard about mentalists able to things like undergo open-heart surgery conscious or whatever - but this seemed nuts. Still, a good day.

18) Keep all piercings usable, ensuring they don't close up on their own. Cycle through jewelry as appropriate for the social occasion.

The next rule was for the utmost safety. AGS victims can be made to find others and steal them. It's common, in fact - that's how gangs of Gibbering Mouthers keep growing. So one very simple safety rule follows:

19) Silence all other AGS sufferers *IMMEDIATELY*

There are a number of ways to do this, but the simplest is to be the first to say the words "I control your body. You cannot speak." We spent the day practicing throwing our voices, so she could hit someone from far away if needed, without yelling to an entire room. I wasn't able to get it down, but she was. Her enhanced control over her own body from the accumulation of all her powers was paying dividends. Being perfectly flexible with perfect muscle control and flawless proprioceptive sense meant that it only took her two tries to master it, in fact. I get pretty creative with rewards. Prioprioreception is the ability to sense where one's body is. Having a flawless sense there means that she can balance flawlessly and fuck in any position - and also is more or less an expert gymnast. Seemed to help here, too.

The next day was much harder than I thought it would be. Given how much we'd been through, I thought it would be smooth sailing. But this was the worst of them all, so far.

She needed to post her journal online. You know - the one with videos of herself and all of her most depraved thoughts. The one where she spent some time yesterday wondering whether her abusive father's cum or piss tasted better. She even had a video of her fingering herself while she spoke about how hot it would be to slurp up her brother's cum out of her mother while her dad said how proud of her she was. That kind of dark fantasy... she hadn't seen her family in years. She ran away from the physical **** from all three of them. Her face paled. "I... fuck, John. I can't do this."

That conversation was rough.

"Some of the things I said in here are so fucked up... it's for my eyes only! *Maybe* yours - but no one else! What if someone sees? What the fuck."

"You know... 'what if someone sees' isn't really a thing anymore. At some point, you're going to have to be comfortable doing something like walking up to a stranger on the train, fully nude, then dropping to your knees and drooling in front of their pants zipper while trying to finger yourself to a shameless orgasm. At some point, something like that is going to happen to you, and that person is as likely as not to walk away as they are to pull out their cock and shove it in your mouth.

"

She tried to look horrified at this, but she'd been in 20 days of training at this point. As I described her cumming in front of a stranger, she bit her lips and her pussy started dripping. I heard a small groan, and saw her finger drift towards her pussy. She didn't seem to notice, though - she played with her pussy all the time these days, like it was a fidget spinner, keeping herself as horny as she could. Even now, horrified and angry, she was still clearly very aroused too. "But what about my FAMILY, John?? I can't let them see me like this."

"You... really aren't getting this. That stranger I just mentioned? Fuck that. You need to be able to do that to your father, your brother, or your mother. Can you imagine that? Kneeling in front of your mother, cum running down your leg, nearly foaming at the mouth from how horny you are. You beg her to pull her pants down as you cum and squirt all over her shoes." Veronica started to cry. "You need to be used to that. You can't have any shame any more, it will only fuck you up."

She ran to her room then to sit and think, and to finish crying. I left her to herself. It took hours, but eventually I heard a notification on my phone. A user on the forums had registered as my pet. I checked her posts, and she had put in *everything.*

There was already someone who just said "Veronica? Seriously?? That piss thing... what the fuck?" With no identifying information.

I looked through the post. She'd been drinking my piss for the last few days. Apparently, she had been triggering her happiness during that time, and now she was addicted to the taste. She sounded... crazy about the stuff, in her journal.

She walked into the room, and proudly met my eyes - then **** a smile. She kneeled in front of me.

It looks like she was "out."

20) Maintain active online presence on pet website.