Veronica's Blog

Veronica's Blog

Hey, folks!

Nice to meet you all, I guess. I'm... kinda nervous about this, I'm sorta new and this is *very* public. I've been given this forum thread to post my stories. Some of my sluttales will be set to "private" but most of them will be public. Mostly, John and I just don't want anyone being able to figure out where we are, and we don't want knowledge of the "powers" to reach the general public - but he still wants me to get desensitized to... well, the AGS life.

Which means telling you all about my day-to-day. All of you. I'm almost done with training soon, so I'm getting ramped up to my first public orgy. Or gangbang, I guess. I'm not sure what to call it - "the party where my old friends all run a train on me"? I figured I'd tell you what the last 5 days of Rules were. You know, get you caught up.

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Hi! Nice to meet you!

Come along with me through a normal day in my life!

For awhile there I was worried I'd have to transition to another fetish and leave watersports behind, but nope! On day 21, John surprised me with what is now my favorite rule:

21) Eat or drink everything that comes out of any nearby uncovered dick or pussy

So my day always starts the same way. I've been sleeping on the ground next to John's bed - remember, sluts have to stay on the ground, otherwise I end up making everything wet. I sleep down here, too. Some days my mouth never rises above cock level. It was weird at first, but I got used to it. Anyway, I start my day by sitting up and immediately sucking John's cock into my mouth.

He's gotten in the habit of sleeping so that it dangles over me in the night, which I find kinda comforting. It's there if I need it, you know? If his dick is soft, then I start tonguing the slit, gently coaxing out his delicious piss. Usually, he wakes up as he's pissing down my throat. He always gives me a groggy but pleasant "good morning," while I'm slurping down his juice. He tells me that this is the absolute most relaxing thing he's ever done, waking up to a hot mouth that just wants him to relax and pump everything he wants into her. I can relate. Feeling his piss hit the back of my throat relaxes me, too. It's a wonderful way to start my day.

After he's done, I'll bob up and down a little to squeeze out all the rest. Then, I start gently licking the underside of his cock as he wakes. By the time he's hard, I'm sucking his cock in earnest. I don't really have a gag reflex anymore, so I find I have the most success by pushing my nose all the way into his hips, then pulling up for one inch or so, then slamming my face back into his hips again. I never really understood that "suck" in "suck cock" before I could deepthroat. But I just recently started sucking in air to pull the cock down my throat faster, then pushing it out and in to slide the cock rapidly around my throat.

One of my powers is breath control, so I can keep this up for over 30 minutes.

If he wakes up hard, I do the same thing but in reverse. Fuck my face on his cock, then gently lick the tip until he gives me my morning piss.

But we have something of a morning joke-ritual now. I hate it. When I get to the end of my blowjob, nowadays he tells me he wants to paint my face. He knows, and I know, that if I get his fresh cum in my mouth that he's agreed to give me an orgasm. I narrow my eyes at him, pull out and start jacking him into my open mouth. I am always so, so careful. I usually am pretty **** for his cum at this point, so I'm aiming as well as I can. I know If I can catch his cum in my mouth, he'll give me an orgasm on the spot. But... well, he's gotten kinda used to this ritual, too, and he's got this thing he'll do where he'll shift his hips at the last second and hit me in the eye instead.

After the first spurt, he'll take over and hold his own dick, smearing the rest of his delicious cum all over my face. I had one chance to catch his cum in my mouth, and now I've lost my chance to cum. He thinks of it like a game, I think. He'll laugh and say "too bad, nice try. Maybe next time you'll get your morning orgasm. Looks like you're gonna have to work for it again today!" He seems to be making a joke out of it, but it really gets to me every time. I do my best to catch that cum in my mouth, and every time I miss it my heart sinks. Ugh... I hate to say it, but I pretty much immediately start to try to work out plans for "being a good girl" that day. How can I impress John enough to let me cum today?

Next, I'll do my morning exercises. All of my exercise is sexual, so it's always something like squatting on a dildo or biking with a dildo gag fully inserted. Usually the bike seat has a dildo too. My exercise for the day... honestly, has a lot of dildos. Except for the anal or throat training. I always finish my exercise with either rubbing his cockhead on my throat barrier until I gag, or squatting my ass on his dick - all the way up, all the way down, over and over. It's exhausting, and I have to do all the work the whole time. By the end, my ass is sore and my legs are cramping - but less than the day before, usually. So, progress.

Then, if I tried hard enough, John lets me cum. Most days he doesn't, though. He's doing it less and less over time. I get what he's doing... stringing me out, giving me less and less reward, making me **** for more. I knew he'd do it, he knew he'd do it, and it's really fucking annoying. It still works, though. If he doesn't let me cum by this point, I *immediately* start trying to figure out what I can do to earn one. God, he's reading this too. I wish I hadn't realized that. And I can't lie. Fuck. Hey, Joh, I guess - I see what you're doing, I know it's working, and I'm frustrated by how much of a creatively depraved slut I find myself just sort of reflexively being sometimes. God, knowing I'll have to look at you after you read this is so humiliating.

Anyway.

Sometimes, writing essays on the current rule I'm learning can convince him I'm a good girl, especially if its a safety one. I need to demonstrate that I understand it.

22) When alone in public, immediately try to locate and return to John.

23) When in a group, scan for microexpressions. Stay away from anyone displaying **** jealousy, anger, hate, or greed. When someone has just a little bit of those emotions, prioritize them for sex - try to make them cum so hard they forget about their problem with you, then leave quickly if appropriate.

I have perfect awareness of emotions around me, including microexpressions, except for John. It was one of my old rewards. The rules for safety are pretty bland, but I make it a point to commit to them completely. John has assured me that I need to do this to survive, and I trust him completely. The rules themselves are a weakness. You folks, my online viewers, already know about them - though all references to the powers are kept private.

24) If anyone asks about the rules, do not answer them. Pretend that these rules are just how you prefer to naturally act, instead. You will have to own being a depraved slut. You can't blame it elsewhere.

This one... was one of the sexual rules, not the survival ones. They're all for my survival, but... ugh. I am really not into sexual humiliation. I'm gonna have to muscle through it, or at least enjoy it. My goal is to try to own this with confidence. Yes, I came to the party naked. Yes, you can play with my pussy. Yes, you can fuck my face. Take out your cock. Cum on me. Cum in me. I want it. I need it.

...honestly, I'm not even sure how much of that will even be acting anymore. I kinda fucking love cum. Have you ever noticed how fun it is to play with?

25) When near John in public, ensure you don't get separated from him for any reason, even if it makes sense. Furthermore, when near John in public, scan for microexpressions that would indicate any plans to harm him. If I see one, inform John immediately and prepare to leave quickly.

This one was another safety rule. John and I are actually going to have a somewhat symbiotic relationship. He checks for truth, is my escape route, and "sets" me so that I'm having a good time. I make sure no one is planning on taking him out - I'm his bodyguard. And he's mine.

After we learn about any new rules - and practice any sexual ones, if relevant, we spend the rest of the morning sort of relaxing. At this point I usually spend some time indulging in one of my fetishes. I do this because one of the best ways to be a good girl is to be creative - and good girls get to cum. Back during the watersports days I got an orgasm for putting a stein of beer on the table, telling him that I wanted him to... process it for me, and then gluing my lips to his soft cock and looking up expectantly. That one was great. He told me that as long as I was swallowing, I was allowed to cum. Drove me a little nuts, though. I'd swallow, cum, and then ****, then stop cumming, then repeat.

Fuck, that morning was so incredible. I came so much. Like I said, John loves it most when I find creative ways to... push my own boundaries.

But no, my fetish this week is body writing. I keep remembering that cumslut that John found initially. At the time, seeing her covered in slutty, insulting marker had me mortified. But now? Mmmmm. Yeah, I can't wait for my turn at a party. It's getting closer and closer every day, and I'm suuuper nervous. But yeah, body writing. So this week, after the exercise and the rules training in the morning, I spend most of the rest of the day playing with my new fetish. So I eventually spent the mornings trying to write the most humiliating things on my body. I have... a lot of pictures.

But I didn't start that way.

I started out trying to be positive, you know?

John thought it was amusing, but said I missed the point. I wish I'd noticed how he frowned when he said it.

I tried making a joke instead, the next day.

But at this point I think I was kinda irritating John. He said I wouldn't get to cum today, or tomorrow, or the next day until I took my training seriously. My heart sank. I immediately started writing new things on my tits, but he stopped me and said that I lost my chance for the day. He wouldn't let me get rid of the writing, either. It kinda... embarrassed me. I ended up hiding my face for the rest of the day out of shame, mostly through having him sit on it and tonguing his asshole for... Jesus, must have been five or six hours. Sorta as an apology, sorta to hide my face in shame. It was weird, but I felt really, really embarrassed for having something so... normal written on me.

The point of this fetish is humiliation - which means I have to post all these online, too. Even the prude one, which I find the most shameful for some reason. Like I failed something obvious.

The next day I went hard.

I wrote every single thing depraved thing I could think of. I was NOT going to miss my chance to cum today. I even used different colors so that the whole thing would have a veneer of childlike innocence, which made it feel even worse:

John smiled when he saw me. I was so **** at that point I frankly nearly came from the sight.

"Good girl" he said. I melted. I saw his eyes watch me rub my clit at his words.

"Can your toilet girl cum yet? Please? I need it SO bad." John frowned again. What?

"Aaaand you just forgot your pronouns," he said.

My heart sank again. No. No no no. I needed this. I kneeled in front of him and started begging. I don't even know what I said. I begged for mercy. I said I had tried so hard. I used every slutty name in the book to refer to myself.

John just shook his head. "How about this? Some of those words you wrote are instructions. Do them. For each one you can accomplish, I'll give you an orgasm."

I looked down at my body, then back at John. Some of these... were almost a reward on their own. "You want your whore to get you to cum in her slutty pussy, and get rewarded for that?"

"I mean... if you can. You might have an easier time getting me to slap your tits. I don't know..." He leaned back and put his head in his hands. I pouted. So that's the way it had to be.

I put on my slut look. Kneeling, I angled my eyes up and pushed my tits out. "Master, your whore needs you. Please, master... will you slap my tits? Will you pinch your toilet slut's nipple until she cries? Let your throat whore swallow your piss? Be your free-use asshole? Please, master. Help me do some of these. **** your slut. **** your cunt."

"Well, you certainly are 'so needy.' I guess that counts for something. Cum." Veronica's eyes went wide as she started to... "For one second exactly, then stop. You want more, figure it out." My orgasm shut off as soon as it started. I started to say something, but then he just turned around and... ignored me. He started playing a video game. I just stared at him. How was I supposed to...

I crawled forward on my knees, and slid his cock between my tits. He still ignored me, but I know what he likes.

After 10 minutes of massaging his dick with my tits, I got him to cum right in the middle, and smeared it into the heart marking "cum valley" between my tits while looking up at him expectantly. He paused the game, looked down at me, and told me to cum for a full minute. Then he went back to ignoring me. And then I started my own game for the rest of the day. I had to find some creative way to "fulfil" each of the things I'd written on myself. I managed to sneak my nipple into his mouth from the side while he was eating, and he bit down. It hurt, but it was worth it. I won, and I got my reward.

Sucks and Kisses,

John's Cumslut

The rules:

1) I will use proper language: I will never use personal pronouns, and I will refer to John as "Master" when speaking directly to him. When speaking with someone else, I will use his name instead, referring to myself as "John's cumslut" (or whatever noun).

2) I am not allowed to sit on any cloth seating unless invited to as part of a sexual (or even nonsexual) request. At John's place (and most places) this means I have to sit on the floor. If I prefer, I may also sit on someone's lap.

3) I will follow the rules printed on the suppository. As our final protection against ****, I must always keep my suppository in my ass at all times. When I shit, you need to find it and put it back in *every* time, no matter what.

4) If I see an unattended hard dick within 30 feet, I must at least slide it into one of my holes and keep it there until it's soft, one way or another. If I see a wet pussy in the same range, I must lick it until its owner tells me they're done.

5) I will keep a digital journal - an incredibly thorough, robust journal. I will take video and pictures regularly of every major event (sexual and nonsexual) and attach them for my own future memory and for John's use.

6) I must explore a new fetish once a week. After 2 months have passed, I may slow this down to once a month. After 2 years have passed, I may slow this down to once a year. This fetish doesn't need to be ****, but it does need to at least make me slightly uncomfortable at first.

7) My appearance should scream sex at all times. I must always be naked, except when it's too cold outside. I will always wear slutty makeup with a slutty hairstyle. I will look online to learn how to apply slut makeup to my tits, pussy, and ass, then apply it daily. I will keep everything below my hairline shaved daily as part of my routine. Any winter clothes should be given to John. Any summer clothes should be shredded.

8) I must never be sitting in an unsexy way. I must establish the habit of standing, sitting, and speaking in a way that turns everyone on. I must pose, flirt, and tease constantly.

9) I will exercise as part of a daily routine. A sports bra is allowed during exercise, but nothing else. All my exercises should be sexual in some way, be they squatting on a dick or running with a butt plug keeping some cum inside. I'll be creative about it! If needed I can look for pet exercises online. Also - I will always incorporate some novel exercise involving kegels, such as shoving half a cucumber into my pussy and holding it tight while I do squats.

10) Once a day I must either train my throat or my ass. To train my throat, I must suck John's cock or a dildo as deep as I can, then massage my throat barrier by repeatedly pushing in the last inch down my throat over and over. To train my ass, I need to lube up and slam my ass onto his dick or a dildo from all the way out to all the way in. I will repeat this for 10 minutes or until John cums, whichever is sooner.

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

12) No orgasms without John's approval.

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

14) Eat everything edible on my body

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

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.

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

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

19) Silence all other AGS sufferers *IMMEDIATELY*

20) Maintain active online presence on pet website.

21) Eat or drink everything that comes out of any nearby uncovered dick or pussy

22) When alone in public, immediately try to locate and return to John.

23) When in a group, scan for microexpressions. Stay away from anyone displaying **** jealousy, anger, hate, or greed. When someone has just a little bit of those emotions, prioritize them for sex - try to make them cum so hard they forget about their problem with you, then leave quickly if appropriate.

24) If anyone acts about the rules, do not answer them. Pretend that these rules are just how you prefer to naturally act, instead. You will have to own being a depraved slut. You can't blame it elsewhere.

25) When near John in public, ensure you don't get separated from him for any reason, even if it makes sense. Furthermore, when near John in public, scan for microexpressions that would indicate any plans to harm him. If I see one, inform John immediately and prepare to leave quickly.