Less well than she hoped

The progress of Cassie's attitude over the next minutes is quite the rollercoaster.

When one minute has passed: "This isn't so bad, you know."

After two minutes, still cocky. "After all the training you put me through, perhaps you made this task too easy."

After three minutes: "This is so weird. I feel so... full."

Four minutes: "This is boring. Should we turn on the TV or something?"

Five minutes: "No it's not comfortable. I never said it was comfortable."

Six minutes: "Sitting down is worse. I'm going to stand up again."

Seven minutes: "YES I CAN STILL FEEL IT, THANK YOU FOR ASKING."

Eight minutes: "No it's fine, I just need to adjust my... there, that's better."

Nine minutes: "Don't look at me like that, it just feels less uncomfortable when I'm pacing around."

Ten minutes: "What was the ten minute tattoo again? No, don't tell me, I don't want to be tempted."

Eleven minutes: "Help distract me, goddammit! I don't know, think of something!"

Twelve minutes: "Did you know it was going to get this difficult this quickly? Tell the truth."

Thirteen minutes: "I can't believe this is your fantasy. I mean, I want to fulfil your fantasies and all, but seriously now, I didn't ever expect something like this."

Fourteen minutes: "My poor ass! My poor ass..."

Fifteen minutes: "I can't even describe what it feels like. It just feels like it really needs to come out, and urgently. And my entrance feels all weird, being kept open like this. All weak and tired."

Sixteen minutes: "Oh god oh god oh god oh god..."

Seventeen minutes: "Just shush and tell me when it's been twenty minutes, okay?"

Eighteen minutes: "Come on come on come onnnn..."

Nineteen minutes: "Fffuuuuuuuuuu... Haaaaaaah..."

Twenty minutes: "That's it, I'm done, get it out, get it out! Ohhh that's so much better. That thing is a monster."

After some recovery time, you have to ask.

"So, you're not going to do it, right?"

"You genuinely want me to do it? To get such a slutty tattoo?" Cassie sounds skeptical.

She can tell it's not something the John she fell in love with would ask of her. But she'll also believe me if I say yes. This is the worst of both worlds.

"...Yes." You admit. Or rather, you lie.

"Then I'll think about it."

It's almost the full two weeks later that she surprises you. After coming home and showing you her plugged hole, she doesn't turn back around.

"I've got something else to show you." She says quietly.

Lifting up the back of her blouse, she reveals the ink, and your eyes go wide.

Not only has she gotten a tattoo of the agreed words 'Anal Slut' on her lower back, but it's somehow somewhat fancy looking, with a 'tribal' wing pattern underneath.

"This is the sort of thing you meant, right?"

This is just too far!

"Oh my god. It's..."

You eye the security camera in the hallway.

"It's... incredible. Absolutely perfect."

Cassie turns round and kisses you on the cheek.

"You're welcome."

She heads upstairs to remove the butt plug.

This must all be one crazy dream.

But dreams tend to end when you wake, and you find yourself sleeping and waking and sleeping and waking and still finding the new Anal Only Cassie there beside you each time.

Even worse, each day and night takes you closer to the next fateful 15th of the month when a new choice of requests awaits you on the website.

Can I really keep doing this to her?