Prepare for my first blowjob, I guess

Yep, neither of the choices are good. I could push back, and say no to both choices, or try to negotiate a third option. But... I'm too ****. I need it out now. Operation Get Him To Treat Me As An Equal Without At Any Point Him Rating Me Less Than Eight Out Of Ten will have to wait.

I also know that my virgin asshole is feeling much too sore to try anal sex for the first time right now, even with a average dick. And I know from many years of intimate experience that what my new owner is packing is notably thicker than average, and slightly longer too. No, I can't have that happen today.

So, only one option remains. Get him off with the rest of my body, not including my pussy, which is apparently off-limits for good.

This is not as easy as it sounds. Many women have tried to pleasure me orally, and only one has managed to do so to completion without assistance.

But, I'm him. I should know the right moves, the right technique, shouldn't I?

It's funny that this is more what I'm concerned about, rather than the gay panic that some men might experience when getting on their knees and pulling out a man's cock, but to be honest, that's not me. I've fantasised about sucking dick. This would actually be rather exciting, if it wasn't for the butt plug, and the fact that the person who I'm giving it to is my own clone image.

Now that the penis of the hour is in front of my face, I must admit, it doesn't actually look like mine. It's weird, having seen this from a certain specific angle for years and years, when I see it from this completely different angle, my brain isn't registering it as my own cock at all. It's very much 'someone else's shaft'.

The owner of this particular fat cock grins down at me, satisfied with my submission.

"I was warned that dolls are coded to act just like real women, so the first few days or months might be spent breaking them in and getting them used to their new lot in life. But we've been together just a few hours and you're already on your knees, plugged, calling yourself Buttslut, and about to suck dick. I must have got the slut model."

I flush with humiliation. I thought that in order to get my 8 out of 10 satisfaction rating, saying no to stuff like this was out of the question. But it looks like I really overestimated his expectations. I could probably gotten away with refusal and rebellion, at least for a bit. And now it kind of feels like it's too late.

"Perhaps you have underestimated how painful it is to wear this plug for so long with a completely virgin butthole." I am careful with my phrasing to avoid having to say my new name again at this particular moment.

"Then why not make a scene when we were out in public?"

I think... I think I'm allowed to say this, so I do.

"Buttslut doesn't want to get boxed!"

We've watched Battlestar Galactica enough times. He'll understand the reference.

He actually laughs.

"You think I'm going to throw away multi-million pound sex doll because it made a scene? Well, I guess it would have been bad if you made a big enough scene to get me arrested, but after you did the sex shop task without question that seemed pretty unlikely. Still, probably a bit irresponsible of me."

Little does he know that I'm even more terrified of what would have happened in that situation than him.

I have another thought. Why is he saying this? I'm about to give him a blowjob. Isn't that what he wants? Was this just playful teasing?

I try to put myself in his shoes. Where it feels inevitable that in a short while you'll have a fully obedient and devoted sex toy robot. I guess it might feel like this is the one chance he has to experience what it's like to have power over someone that is truly ****, without it being, you know, horribly unethical and illegal.

So... maybe there is still room for me to push back. Perhaps I can play his game, and in doing so, find the path that leads to him actually respecting me and treating me like a real person. If this was a dating sim vidoe game, it would be possible.

"So." I say, changing my tone to be as low as my new voice box will allow. "You just admitted to me you won't box me. In that case, allow me to be completely honest at least once before this charade continues any further."

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued. His cock visibly twitches. He's excited, too.

"I have no interest in being your anal only ****. I am a real person, with real feelings, and real desires, and dreams of a normal life. This-" I pull out the butt plug, and throw it on the ground. "-is bullshit. I want to make my own destiny. If you want me to do nice things for you, you need to treat me with respect, dignity, and gentleness."

I reach a hand down to my crotch, and touch my vagina. It's a new, exciting and frankly awesome sensation, but now isn't the time to focus on that. I have a monologue to complete.

"And I certainly won't have some random asshole-obsessed man telling me whether or not I can play with my own pussy."

"Fuck, this is going to be fun." He says, brimming with excitement.