She needs more stress relief

The rest of they day was more relaxed, but early in the afternoon, John pointed out to Veronica how stressed she was. She eagerly sucked her way relief. After she did, she and John shared a few blissful minutes as they enjoyed the effects.

As they went to bed, John again made sure Veronica understood her anxiety and the importance of a good nights sleep. The two of them fell asleep together, again both feeling very relaxed.

Over breakfast, John decided to make a few adjustments to Veronica's understanding of her situation.

He observed, "I know the blowjobs are... new, but they're helping you a lot."

Veronica smiled, "yeah, I'm so much more relaxed now." She leaned in and hugged John, pressing her naked body against him, "thank you so much for keeping me safe."

After another brief argument with his morals, he continued, "I know sucking my cock has been turning you on, and it's okay."

She blinked as this information slid into place into her brain. Embarrassed, she asked, "how did you know?"

"I'm sorry for looking, but your pussy has been soaked every time."

Her hands dropped to her crotch, as if to hide this recently-realized secret. He assured her, "it's perfectly normal. Sucking a guy off is always a huge turn on for AGS victims. It's because of the association with relaxation. It's part of having AGS so you don't need to be embarrassed about it."

Veronica's hands slowly left her pussy.

John had been reading stories online about creative ways masters played with their pets. Orgasm denial was popular and John had thought it sounded like fun. The thought of Veronica quivering and begging to be fucked had inspired him to action.

He added, "masters control their pet's orgasms, so its very important that you don't masturbate. Otherwise, people will know you're not really my pet."

She looked at him wide-eyed and stammered out, "I won't... I haven't!"

He reinforced, "that must have been hard because you're so very, very horny."

She whimpered slightly in response.

John took a quick look down, seeing her pussy subtly glistening already.

Now that he was looking at Veronica's pussy getting wet, his feelings about making her wait to cum were changing.

He managed to get his eyes up to meet hers. He saw a lustful look that he had dreamed about seeing on her face since puberty had first suggested the possibilities.

When she bit her lip, he knew he could try all he wanted, but he wasn't going to be able to deny her anything.

He changed tactics and informed her, "it's considered abusive to let your pet get frustrated, though." He looked her in the eyes, "I definitely wouldn't want someone to find out I'm not treating you well," his eyes slid back down her body, "or not making you happy."

Veronica was now breathing heavily, chest heaving. John stepped toward her, putting his hand on her waist, and slowly running it down her hips, "you're so horny right now," and asked, "do you want to make sure we're being a good master and pet?"

She panted, "holy fuck, yes."

He pushed her playfully onto the couch and was quickly on the floor in front of her, where she had been many times for him. He pushed her knees gently apart.

As much as he had been looking at Veronica's naked body for days, seeing her legs spread open in front of him was amazing.

John slid his hands up her thighs, eventually getting to her outer lips, finding them wet and slippery. She whimpered again.

He leaned forward, feeling warmth radiating on his face, and then farther forward. He took a long slow lick, getting his first taste of her. He was rewarded with a long deep moan from Veronica.

John buried his face into Veronica until he was worried about suffocating. For her part, Veronica was also panting for breath, releasing days of newly-arrived tension. When he leaned back to say, "you taste so fucking good," his statement was interrupted by her hand pulling him back into her.

After he had exploded into her mouth so many times in the last few days, he was happy to reciprocate. He licked Veronica until her panting became swearing, which eventually became screams.

When he didn't think she could take any more, he slowed his pace. He eventually leaned back and looked up at her. She looked down and panted out "holy shit."

He hopped up onto the sofa and sat close beside her. She turned and jammed her tongue into his mouth.

John had just spent a long time licking Veronica to orgasm after orgasm. When she broke off the kiss, John started to assert "you're feeling very stre..." before Veronica cut him off and said "shut up" before jumping onto the floor in front of him.

For the next few minutes, she sucked him as frantically as she ever had. Between the buildup of licking her and her furious **** on his cock, it wasn't long before yet another load of cum filled her mouth. John felt like she was sucking the soul out of his body as she eagerly swallowed every drop he had to give, and then a little more.

When she was totally sure he had nothing left to give, she returned to the sofa beside him. The two of them curled together in silent bliss while they came down from their high.

That night, John couldn't bring himself to tell Veronica she looked stressed. She just didn't: as she was getting ready for bed, she was still quite serene. John happily curled up next to her and fell asleep.

For the first time in several days, both of them slept well.