Not at all. And it gets harder over time, too.

"Second, I want to ensure proper quality of life for you. Some people literally do chain their pets in toilets permanently (building structures around them, even) and program them to experience incredible pleasure at their situation. They see it as a mercy - at least they aren't risking a sociopathic monster torturing her forever instead. I seriously considered that, when I first read it. You asked me to keep you happy, and I wanted to do that. Technically, this would do it."

As he spoke, he started shoving a finger in and out of her ass, fucking her gently for a bit with it. After so long pushing so deep while he was rimming her, she accepted the full length of his middle finger easily. He started to piston it in and out hard enough to make Ver just a little uncomfortable, with his eyes now on the clock. Still, it didn't feel bad. It was just one finger?

He continued as he did so. "But obviously that's horrifying, and I think it comes down to some kind of... implied quality of life. See, even if you would absolutely love being bricked into a toilet like some kind of cask of amontillado - there's some kind of quintessentially human experience that's lost. I'm not okay with that, personally." Veronica agreed with something that was more of a moan. "So yeah. The second thing is that we need to ensure you have some amount of diversity of experience, both subjectively and in reality."

For the first time in awhile, Veronica was feeling a little hopeful. What he was saying sounded... well, very not shitty, actually. "You've really thought about this. And I can see... erm... your slut can see why-"

John clicked his tongue very loudly and rudely, interrupting her. She started to speak again before John cut her off - "One moment. That was such a good really good job! I'm proud of you, Ver, speaking correctly. You're such a good girl." As he said the words he pet her head in time with his finger twisting inside her asshole. Then he did it again. "Gooood giiiiirrl. Mmmm. Alright, time for a reward! We'll do it like clicker training. When I click my tongue, I give you a reward. That way you can know exactly what it was that earned it, and I don't have to explain it every time." He clicked his tongue. "You now need almost no sleep at all to be happy, you're getting a hit of dopeamine and seratonin like you just had everyone you know (even your enemies) like a slutty photo you posted online, and also - cum for me real quick, but make sure it's satisfying." As he said this, he slid one of his clean fingers into her pussy as well, tickling her g-spot for a bit of traditional pleasure.

Veronica's eyes rolled, and she took a minute to deal with all of the new sensations. The weirdest one was the sensation of accomplishment and pride that would have come with seeing that bitch Jessie from her book club liking one of her photos. The three "rewards" seemed to combine into one, large, hard-hard-to-describe feeling. She was already starting to desperately want this sensation, and could feel her willingness to do almost anything to get it again It was incredibly intense - it almost felt like she could feel her fucking brain rewiring or something. And, god help her, she knew that eventually that would generalize and she'd be willing to do fucking anything to hear John click his tongue. Hell, she'd creatively ruin herself for him, given the motivation. And seeing it coming wouldn't do a damn thing to stop it from working. Fuck.

But what was she going to do? Complain? Something like "hey, Master, would you mind not rewarding your whore so much when she's being a good girl? Your slut worries it might make her act like a good girl too much." What a lark.

Wait... Veronica's heart did a little flutter when she realized she'd been using his dehumanizing pronouns in her own internal monologue. What... did that mean?

"-Oh, fuck. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that. Anyway, what was I saying? Erm... wait. Your slut isn't sure she'll ever get used to that. What was your... ummm... cumslut saying anyway?" She seemed to hesitate, seeming to hope that John would reward her again. He just smiled at her silently.

He wouldn't be rewarding her for it until she did it 3 more times. It was the interval reward schedule he decided on. He'd wait that long, then he'd wait 5 for the next reward, then even more. Then he would randomly do 3 giant rewards back to back with no warning. Then none for a week. Then lots in a day. He would keep it as unpredictable as he could, with less and less over time. It would make her somewhat rabid to ensure that she always spoke in that way. It was the same technique used by Gacha games, casinos, and when training dogs. He could tinker with it on a fine-grained level. If she said things that were more degrading than normal, he would give her more points in his head. She'd catch on to that, and eventually she would call herself the most degrading names she could at the barest hope for a single-word "cum" that might come once a year for her raunchiest comment (with more complex rewards relegated to other, more difficult tasks).

After all, you don't give a dog a big reward for sitting when it knows how to fetch a beer. Doing something new is better, so creative sluts always get to cum the most.

Veronica frowned at him as he was lost in thought. The worst part was that she knew exactly what he was doing. It just wasn't the time to call him out on it. She was technically in the middle of thanking him. John kept fingering her as she continued. "This slut... I guess this slut just wanted to say thanks. Your personal cunt doesn't don't know what's happening here, but it seems like I came to the right... erm... master. Seriously... thank you." She was trying to hit every pronoun, but it was honestly genuinely kinda hard. Should she have said 'this slut guesses this slut wanted' or something? Veronica figured referring to herself in the third person made sense when needed.

"I'm glad I could be a good master for you, pet. Would you please hold your ass wide for me, I need to do something here." Veronica flipped over and cupped her cheeks. She felt John's finger start to slide around her sphincter making wide circles. "You said you wanted this, right? I'd planned on it anyway."

She felt him start to push pretty hard, widening her ass - spreading the ring or it like some kind of pizza dough. For the first time since he started, she started to worry for a moment where he was planning on going with this ass stuff. This felt... purposeful.