Well - really only one solution, since John's the one deciding.

Despite Veronica's confusion, John just barreled on, not addressing or even noticing the trouble. It turns out that having complicated moral, philosophical, and life-altering conversations while fucking may have some slight inherent issues.

John seemed to have no trouble splitting his attention. It made sense - he was seated in the chair, reading on his phone, even mostly in clothes as a naked, supernaturally horny Veronica writhed on his cock, bouncing up and down with fervent energy. Occasionally he would glance over and appreciate the rhythmic thumping of Ver's tits as she pushed herself up and down his cock. The website said to be painfully, brutally, almost insultingly precise - but that meant he could be complimentary too, right? "By the way, the way your tits bounce when you ride me at that angle is by far your sexiest feature." He smiled at her and reached out to gently tousle her breast. It was slick with sweat - Veronica was putting in a lot of work here, clearly.

Veronica smiled at him, really getting into it. "We could just fuck, you know? You could stare at my tits, cum in my pussy, and then after we could go back to all this... whatever this is? An AGS briefing?"

"No, I think not. You need to work on your endurance and on building your skill with your pussy. You'll see. If you can get me to cum, you'll get your reward - but only then. Anyway, back to business." Veronica grumbled and slammed her ass into John's hips a little harder than necessary a few times. "Ahem. The first solution is simple. We just move. We go hide, work remote, go into the mountains. No need for any major life adjustments, we can just live like we do now. The problem is that we're both in undergrad. And while I'm going to require that you transition into fully online classes unless you can attend school in the same classroom as me, I can't move away. I can't work remote, because I don't have any qualifications. So we need to stay here. Which means we'll need to have... well, something like a housewarming party. Though I suppose it's more like a cuntwarming party? We need to introduce you to everyone you know as your... new self."

"Wait, John. Hold on a... uuugh... second. Are you telling me that you're seriously planning on telling all of my old friends what's going on, then inviting them over to... uhh." Veronica was having a lot more trouble talking while she was so fucking horny-and-unable-to-cum. She shuddered with pleasure, despite her words. "to.. watch? To see what I've become? Jesus. How can you not see how horrifying that is?" Her voice was punctuated by the occasional shudder as she bottomed out and felt his cock push uncomfortably against her cervix.

"We have to do it, though. We can't just hide you. And it's not just your old friends. We need acquaintances, colleagues, enemies, teachers - anyone who can help solidify this new position you have in life as my pet. "

"Uugh... John, you did not just tell me that you want to invite all my old bullies to my fucking scheduled ****."

"I know, I know, but it's necessary for your growth and development! Besides, it wont be a ****. You'll be trained by then! You'll enjoy it. Sure, it'll be a bit... erm... sexually humiliating. I imagine your bullies will want to do some pretty heinous shit." Veronica's jaw was open in shock. "But I'll help you adjust! Seriously, I'll be with you every step of the way. Once we've done this, though - you can go to classes, you can go outside, whatever. As long as I'm with you, and I judge you to be properly... well, trained. Undertrained pets don't tend to live long, and can cause a ton of issues besides."

"'UNTRAINED PETS'? Are you... ugh... listening to yourself right now?"

"Yes? I mean, come on. If I'm going to trot you out as the night's entertainment one month from now, you're going to have to know the Rules."

"The RULES?? You keep saying that. What the fuck?" Veronica started fucking with anger. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She started to slam her ass harder and harder onto his hips with each word. What fucking RULES?

John moaned in response. "Ooooh, fuck yeah. That feels so, so nice. Yeah, the Rules. Mmmmmm... this is really giving me some weird motivations here. I almost want to make you *angrier* so that you keep fucking like this." He heard her groan in frustration. Veronica noticed herself trapped in a loop. She was getting hornier than normal because of John's old commands, and she really, really wanted to cum. She also felt herself trying harder to milk John's cock than she would otherwise, due to that frustration - she couldn't cum until he did, after all. And now, she paradoxically wanted him to **** her more so that she'd get angrier so that he'd... cum faster? There was so much random conditioning going on, it hurt her brain to think about and she let out that frustrated groan. But still, she fucked as deeply and fully as she could, trying to milk the cum from him with an enraged energy that soon became just normal horniness again as she fucked the anger out of herself.

Goddammit. Why did his cock have to be so fucking nice? It was hard keeping her thoughts straight.

John apologized, which she barely heard but appreciated. "Sorry, just a random thought. I'll work not to do that. But keep in mind that *you* are conditioning *me* just as much in many ways. Sorry. Yeah, I said Rules. We're going to establish some rules for behavior for you. We'll keep it simple. I'll put a list on the fridge. Every day, I'll tell you another rule. During the day, we'll have some light training to make sure you understand. You know, rewards if you get it right, punishment if you get it wrong." To punctuate these statements, he slid a finger into her pussy alongside his dick and wiggled a little bit. Then, when he mentioned punishments, he switched it to her asshole with no warning. Her back arched at the sudden intrusion. "By the end of the month, you'll have 30 rules you know how to follow! Easy-peasy."

"Uhhn, uuhn, John? Uhn, uhn... what are these rules... uh... going to be?" She started to get near to her own orgasm, and her breath started catching as she rode him. She moaned a bit. As before, though... she wasn't able to cum without his permission.

"I don't want to tell you all of them yet. Some of them are - well, there's a reason that we're rolling them out one day at a time. We're going to alternate. First we'll do a sexual rule, then we'll do a nonsexual one. All will be frankly necessary for your survival. The first one is simple. It's just language. You need to refer to things by their proper name. That's it. For example - what's this?" He reached forward to grab one of her tits and massaged it in his hand a bit.

"My... breast? No - my tit." She glanced back at him and saw his eyebrow raised. "My... milker? I don't fucking know. Ohhhmmmmmm...." She moaned as she spoke.

"The problem isn't the noun. It's the 'my.' It's not really your tit anymore, is it? It's mine. If you want to refer to my tit, then you will refer to it properly. You could say 'your slut's tits' or 'your personal slutbags' or 'your whore's boobs' are all acceptable. Even 'your pet's breasts' is fine. Overall? You are not allowed any personal pronouns anymore. Any of them."

"What the hell? I'm not -"

"Ahem. Rephrase that please."

"I'm not doing it. I. Me. I. I am NOT."

"Ah. The stick, then." He reached around to her tits, grabbing one nipple in each hand.

"See, I could just tell you that speaking like that is normal. But part of the rules is that you need to know that you're following them." John began to lie. "You may notice, I have icy-hot on my hands. But it's a special kind. It's going to freeze your nipples until it feels like they're going to fall off, and then it's going to burn them until it feels like they're seared off of you. Then it goes BACK to freezing, repeating over and over, getting worse each time - even though it leaves no physical damage of any kind. It also paralyzes your legs (while maintaining full sensation) and keeps you right on the brink of orgasm. I'm going to be using both the carrot and the stick here - the moment you speak in the third person, I'll stop torturing your nipples and I'll immediately make you cum."

Veronica's eyes went wide. Fuck. She limply felt herself start bouncing up and down as John pushed her up with his hips, guiding her upper body with an unnecessarily hard grip on her nipples. She felt her nipples start to chill, and she stared into his eyes with her mouth agape. "Doesn't that sound nice? I bet you want an orgasm now, too, little pet. It will feel sooooo gooooood." His voice drawled as the pain in her nipples increased..

"I can't believe... you're fucking doing this. You realize... if I say your fucking words... it wont even mean anything. Fuck you." Veronica's nipples were so fucking cold, it was hard to breathe. It felt worse than just holding up ice - it felt like someone had dipped them into arctic tundra or liquid nitrogen. She started trying to tip herself off of John to get away from the pain, but he just pulled harder on her nipples, forcing her to remain. The intense pain caused a bit of panic. Still she bounced on his cock, horny as fuck despite the pain.

John saw the look in her eyes and started to make soothing sounds. Veronica was so pissed - he didn't even vaguely engage with what she was saying. "Hey, don't worry, it's okay. We'll get through this together. It's ooookay." If Veronica had the mental capacity to look past her pain, she might notice that he was speaking to her in the calming tones one might use for a startled horse. "Hang in there. It's tough, I know. But all you need to do is give me one sentence with proper grammar. Just one. It's such a little thing. A few simple words, the pain stops, and you get to orgasm. Won't that be nice? Mmmmmm... I bet you're soooo horny, too. It's okay, pet. You'll be okay. We'll get through this together."

Veronica didn't have the mental capacity, though. Her nipples felt like they were straight-up on fire. She swore she could literally feel her skin start to melt under the heat. It felt like she had dropped her tits directly onto a stovetop, and then KEPT THEM THERE. Her vision went white. She couldn't feel anything except the searing heat in her nipples and the rhythmic thrusting pushing into her pussy. She could hear John's voice, though. It was... actually really nice. It was soothing. It didn't make the pain go away, but it did calm her down just a little bit.

Then...

Slowly...

Quietly...

She whispered... "P... please, master. Your slut wants to cum, and is in pain. P- please... please help your pet."

Hearing her say that pushed John over the edge too. John IMMEDIATELY let go, and then whispered in her ear. "Then cum for me, my slut. Cum with me as I paint your vagina's walls with a sticky load."

And she did. And oh, FUCK did it feel so good. Veronica's toes curled. There wasn't a clear divide in her mind between when the white hot fire of her nipples and the stars that lit up her vision during one of John's incredible fucking orgasms. She twitched for quite awhile as John left her seated.

John didn't take long to recover. It was pretty bog-standard sex for him. She was the one having transcendental experiences and shit because of the conditioning. He took the moment to think to himself. What he had just done was basically... standard, if such a thing could exist, on those forums. It was incredibly powerful operant conditioning, and when she woke up she'd almost certainly find herself randomly speaking "properly" at least a couple times, and with heavy rewards she wouldn't be able to stop herself from continuing. Hell, she'd even start to justify it all to herself.

That was all fine. He'd come to terms with needing to do that, and he'd catch her up on why in a bit. The fact that she'll agree with me doesn't change whether it's the right thing to do either way, which it is. It's just... the whole 'pain' thing. John had crossed a line. He had outright caused Ver pain. It wasn't real pain, but well - wasn't all pain was in the mind anyway? He started to feel guilty, and began to seriously think about what Veronica had said. As his cum leaked out of his friend's cunt, he resolved to do better. He would make up rules for himself, even if only he ever knew about them. First rule: no intentional pain. Or rather - let's be more specific. He wouldn't use painful reinforcement or punishment techniques while he was... erm.. molding her brain. He may have to show her what she might expect from people on the street or whatever - there may be a direct need for him to use pain for some discreet objective that cannot be accomplished any other way, but he wouldn't do it if it wasn't explicitly required with no possible substitute. And pleasant reinforcements and punishments work just as well. Better, even.

"Alright, Ver. You can sit there for a little while longer. But I'm sure you have some questions about what just happened. Let's keep talking."