"Be my anal-only slut"

You can see on her face how badly your words have landed. A range of emotions seems to pass over her pretty features -- shock, disgust, fear, anger. Anal has been a source of tension in your relationship ever since you first proposed it. Amy has no interest in it at all, letting you do it once and only once. The way she cried that day, and the knowledge that she would probably never let you do that again, have been large contributors to your decision to break up with her.

"Anal only?" she spits out, and you can hear the distaste in her voice. "What -- what even does that mean?"

Here goes, you think. Here's where she storms out of your apartment, out of your life, and tells everyone she knows what a sick fuck you are.

"It means," you say calmly, "that we will no longer engage in vaginal sex. Every time we fuck, it will be in your ass."

"Oh, Jesus," she whispers. You figure you might as well tell her the rest, even though you know she'll never do it.

"In addition," you continue, "you will not be able to touch or toy your vagina, even when you masturbate. You can touch your clitoris, but only if you are also stimulating your asshole. Eventually, I will expect you to be able to orgasm solely through anal stimulation."

Her blue eyes are wide with disbelief and you can tell she's struggling to take in what you are saying. You keep your eyes on hers, your tone even.

"You will be dutiful about keeping your ass clean through regular enemas. I will expect you to suck on my cock after it has been up your ass."

She shivers with revulsion and hisses nastily, "I thought you said anal only. But blowjobs are okay?"

Clearly she is never going to accept these ludicrous demands. Which means your relationship is going to be over, which is what you wanted anyway. But then again, it doesn't hurt to lay it all out.

"Yes," you say, "blowjobs are not only okay but required. Perhaps the term anal-only is something of a misnomer, so let me spell it out in absolutely clear terms. If you agree to this lifestyle, then I'm going to be fucking you in the ass and mouth as much as I like."

She stares at you, and you can see the wheels spinning behind her blue eyes. You know that if she really wants to hold onto you, she's going to have to make a difficult decision.

"Is that all?" she asks in a small voice, no hint of the snide tone she had just used.

"Pretty much," you say. "Oh, you will be required to use butt plugs and do a variety of sphincter exercises to train your ass. Ultimately, I expect you to be able to easily take my cock -- or anything else I want to stuff up there -- with a minimum of lube. Or even none at all"

The tears are welling up again in her eyes. "Elliot ... you know I don't like anal."

You nod. "Yes, I know that."

"And yet -- this is what you're asking me to do?" The confused, stricken face she presents to you is heartbreaking. Well, it would be if you had a heart. But you're an asshole. You know it and now she must surely know it.

You give a little shrug. "I'm sorry, Amy. I know this must sound wildly unreasonable. But you said whatever it takes, and I'm just telling you, this is what it would take. And I completely understand, of course, if you'd rather we just broke--"

"I'll do it," she says, cutting you off. "I'll -- I'll be your anal-only slut."

You give her a questioning look. She can't possibly mean it. It's a bluff, she's just trying to gain time, to drag out the break-up.

"I'm serious, " she says, looking at you. The tears you thought were coming are nowhere to be seen. She fixes you with a determined gaze that you recognize. It's the face she makes when she's set her mind to something and can't be talked out of it.

Then Amy takes a deep breath and says: