Everyone else will realize she's owned

"Remember when I told you that being untrained is dangerous and problematic? Well, for one, there's the cultural benefits. A surprising amount of hunters and sociopaths will leave trained pets alone entirely. They do this for three reasons: fear of retaliation from me, fear that I left some hidden suggestions in your mind that might trigger and hurt them (which we *will* do later), and some kind of... I don't know... sociopath courtesy? A lot of hunters just don't want "free-roaming AGS sluts" to be the default, and don't mind trained pets any more than Mouthers. All the same to them. But sociopaths? Something like the courtesy that Dexter shows other sociopaths seems to hold them back sometimes. It's weird." John's dick started getting a little warm as he spoke. He felt her ass heating up a little too. It got harder to move in and out as his skin started rubbing a little bit. For now, he just pushed harder and kept going.

Veronica, though? Her ass felt like it was on fire. The spit lube clearly more than halfway past drying out. She was reaching back and spreading her cheeks as far as she could to try to minimize the burn. It was a bit counterproductive, though - the spread made it harder for John to cum, so that just meant this would take even longer. Far from taking breaks between words, Veronica was now taking breaths in-between each word. It made her sound a little like she was... sobbing? Jogging, maybe? "Ow ow ow... John, I'm hearing you, and I want to hear the rest, but my ass feels like it's gonna catch on fire here. That can NOT feel good back there. Can we get some real lube?"

"Absolutely not!" John tried to focus on keeping to his plan, despite his heating cock. This... was no longer all that pleasant. He had to push his cock HARD to get it in, and it felt like it was being ripped off a little as he pulled out. He kept to the plan, though. "This is important training. See how... you totally dropped proper speech the moment you're distracted like this? What if... someone shows up to your anal fuck, doesn't hear you... declare that you have a master already, and then silences you and takes you home? You'd... be trapped forever, and I've have almost no way of getting you... back. No, give me some proper sluttalk and I'll let... you relube."

Veronica cringed at the pain as it grew steadily worse. "Fuck fuck fuck... your... fuck... anal pain slut... fuck... really could use some lube. If her master wants to pleasantly slide into his assbunny's hole, then... FUCK that hurts... some lube will certainly help... fuck... master cum deep into my... fuck... into his cumbucket's butthole."

John gave her no points for this mentally, since he'd had to ask. But he pulled out and circled around to the front of her, then sat his cock in front of her face, inches from her lips. He looked down at her, expectantly.

"Ew" she said. "I meant real lube. What the fuck, man. I'm not putting that in my mouth."

John nodded. "I thought you'd say that, and that's fine for now. But you realize that at some point you're going to have to go ass to mouth, right? Sure the most common thing you'll have to do is long-term oral (throating or licking for a few hours, user's choice), but there's plenty that you're going to have to expect. High up on that list? Ass to mouth. Sorta, at least. A lot of people will want to fuck you in the ass, and a lost of those people will want you to clean them off when they're done. At least they're not making you rim them? It's only going to be your ass you're tasting, most of the time - and we need to make sure you stay clean anyway. And don't forget you're immune to disease now. Disgust isn't going to be a useful emotion for you anymore." Veronica just kept staring at her childhood friend's shit-stained dick (though it looked clean at least), disgust on her face growing. "Alright. I won't make you do it today, but you should start getting ready at least. For now, you can cover my cock in your spit and hop back on if you like."

Veronica looked... incredibly thankful, for the chance to spit on his dick like that. It was kinda weird to see, for John. She just started spitting on John's cock, jacking him as she did so to spread her phlegm around.

She rolled her eyes with a laugh when she realized how ecstatic she had been for the break and the consideration. "Gee thanks master, you're so kind. Alright, your slut understands, maybe." The words seemed to come more and more easily the more she said them. "Your slut needs to make sure to always call you master - even to other people - because it's sort of" She spit more on his dick, then resumed jacking. "sort of like a name tag. Your whore may reflexively say something to a stranger like 'Ooooh, sir, you're making John's pussy feel soooo good' and they know you exist."

"Exactly! A little bit more than that, though. Let's say you're on the bus, right? If a nearby passenger hears you say that, then they know that the guy jacking off into your hair *isn't* your master. So if the bystander cares about you for social reasons, as a friend, because they want a turn, or really anything else - then they might stop the most heinous of stuff, and they might even stop you from getting kidnapped. It's not a lot, but it's our first line of defense against sociopaths and hunters that *don't* respect other's pets. And even if they're a selfish sort, then they're still likely to complain if someone takes you. They're probably waiting on their turn to use your holes."

"That... that actually make complete sense, master. I get it! No - your spit-delivering anal whore gets it!" She said as she spit on his dick. "But... erm... your tramp still doesn't get one thing. Jesus that tramp needs to look up a thesaurus for these. Why can't you, master, use all your power over your slutkitten's body to make it feel like we already did a full month of training? Just skip this part." She looked at John with a raised eyebrow as she spit one last time, jacking his cock while she spoke. "Not that getting fucked isn't fun, but... I mean, this doesn't actually have to hurt, right?"

"I'm glad it makes sense. And as for your question - I'll explain that while I'm in your asshole, Ver." He spun around to her back and pushed back in, easier this time. Then he held her hips and started pistoning in and out. He tried to go from nearly all the way out to bottoming out smoothly, just sliding the full length back and forth to really sink in the feeling.

Some part of him really liked calling her by her nickname. It reminded him that this wasn't just some random AGS-whore. No, he was about to cum in the ass of Veronica, his lifelong friend. He wanted to balance out her sluttalk a little bit, really. He didn't actually want her thinking of herself as his object. But also... calling her by her name really made the whole thing seem a bit raunchier, somehow. Not that fucking the ass of his childhood friend wasn't raunchy enough.