A twist. Veronica has been wrong the whole time.

Hey.

So.

Ummm... something happened.

Um. Here's a profile picture for the day, I guess. Collar-cam is useful.

The last few days have been awful. It all turned out alright in the end, I promise. But... well, talking about it is going to be awful. For both of us, maybe. I guess... I'll start out walking you through a normal day again? Let's go back to five days ago.

Things started out normally.

I sleep next to John's bed, laying on the ground with his cock pleasantly dangling above my head. When I wake up, I groggily suck it into my mouth, lick the slit until he starts to piss, drink it up, then gently tongue his cock until he's hard and at least somewhat awake.

Then I, same as normal, started sucking with more gusto, trying to get John to cum before he wakes up and says... dammit... "hey, lemme paint your face, slut."

I hate it when we get to this part.

Determination. I WILL jack him off into my mouth today. I put it as close to my tongue as possible, and then start pumping his cock with careful aim. I'm ready. If I get his cum, I get to cum. Usually, we do a bit of trash talk at this point.

"Your throat whore is gonna get your cum today." I might have said as I smiled up at him. But, inevitably, he seems to beat me every time in this game. It's unfair, he knows when he's about to cum and I don't. So I try to watch for him to twitch his hips to change the angle, and I correct - but he expects me to, so he twitches the other way and then cums in my eye. Every. Fucking. Time. Then I have to sit there as he grabs his cock from me and milks out all the rest onto my eyes again. A little gentle ribbing is to be expected, I guess, but he can get a little patronizing about this since he keeps winning.

"Awww - it's okay-" Spurt. A line of cum lays across my nose, pointing into my other eye now. I'm squinting to see him through my glued-shut eyelashes, and he grabs my chin with one hand to turn my face up to him as he keeps squeezing more cum all over my face. "- I know you're disappointed. You really wanted your orgasm. And you'll get it, don't worry!" He says as he smears his cock on my cheek.

"But I don't want to spoil my cumslut too much." He winks at me.

Ugh. Sometimes I get caught up in the meta-knowledge of our conversations, and it drives me a little nuts. He reads this blog. And I have to be totally honest in this journal, he removed my ability to lie back at the beginning. So he knows that I know what he's doing. He read that I'm watching for him to move his hips - so now he moves them twice. He reads how embarrassed I am to have lost our game and have to lose out on an orgasm while he cums on my eyes - so now he grabs my chin and forces me to stare at him while he does it. He knows that I know he's stringing out the rewards to trigger a sort of pavlovian desperation, so he winks when he says shit like that. The layers of meaning with each statement can sometimes be enough to give me this weirdly complex feeling of sexual shame. I think I remember on that day, 5 days ago, he kissed me and smeared his cum around my face after. I low-key love when he does that - licking his hand as he does it is pretty delicious (and now he knows that I low-key love it, which means next time he does it it'll mean something when he does it. Seriously, it's a little maddening.)

Honestly, I'm a little annoyed when he wakes up hard, because it means that after he paints my face and literally rubs his oozing fucking cockhead right on my goddamn eye - then he still has to piss. Nowadays, he pushes his still-hard cock all the way down my throat and his erection makes the piss come out so fucking slowly. So he slowly starts rubbing my face back and forth on his hips, smearing his cum all over any makeup that might be left from the day before. As he rubs my face back and forth over his cum-soaked hips, I feel his cock slide around in my throat a little. Bits of piss make it up to my mouth, and I swallow as fast as I can to keep it all down.

I look like a piss rat, and I swear this is the part that John really doesn't hold back. He knows that the sexual shame is getting to be a... familiar feeling. But he's never quite so brutal as when I'm gulping down his piss with a bratty look in my eye and cum smeared on my face. "Awww... I feel you milking out the rest of my piss, you cute little bedside toilet. When did you go from a light gag at piss to desperately swallowing like this? You know I'm recording you, right? I'm gonna tag this 'Mom, check out how smoothly I can gulp down Master's golden love! Let me swallow yours too, maybe he'll finally let me cum!' Or... Oh! I found a way to tag the username, so it'll give that personalized message to every single person in your social media. How would you feel if I sent it as a DM to everyone in the school - or even the state? Imagine your bully from the book club - 'Eric... let me swallow yours too, maybe he'll finally let me cum!' How does that make you feel, little cocktoy? Think about him watching you do this right now, and imagine his smug expression as he uses your hole himself. Imagine him talking about how you turned him down, as he mops up your piss facial with your hair. How do you feel? Answer me."

I feel his stream subside and pull my face off his cock to answer honestly. My pussy burns as I think about it. "I'm so fucking embarrassed. Humiliated. Jesus fuck, this is bru-"

I'm cut off by a surprise piss stream hitting me right in the face.

"He wont care. Getting messy there, little hole. Lick up your mess, then make the post yourself. Here's the video:"

...and my phone rings.

Jesus, I hate how wet sending those messages made me. Guess I'm the college piss-whore now.

Okay, talking about this is turning me on, which is helping. John thought writing a blog post might help calm me down. The last few days have been rough. Let's keep going.

Then I took my hour to exercise and eat before doing my ass or throat training for the day. At this point it's something of a formality, and John says that once I'm done with training it can instead be a simple check-up on my part to make sure I'm still anally prepared and have no gag reflex. But on that day, I spent some time massaging out the last bit of discomfort and gagging sensation within my throat.

But... when we got to the portion of the day where we talk about the new Rule, something different happened 5 days ago:

"Veronica, these last 5 Rules are going to be different. We're going to do all 5 of them today. None of them are sexual rules. The first three are just good practice, and we're gonna breeze through them really fast because while they're important, they wont be something you need to worry about. You are not allowed to put them on your blog, though, even in private form. They will remain solely in your journal. You main task in the next 5 days is going to be cementing the habits you've already built and relaxing before we reveal you to the world in 5 days. Your book club is excited to come see you, they've been talking about the public-facing version of your blog like it's their book of the month lately."

When he says things like that I'm somewhere between mortified and... erm... hungry. Ummm... I didn't realize you guys were reading this. Hey, I guess.

Man, knowing what I know now...

Wow.

Reading this must be insane for you.

[Aside - Veronica's Journal. Unposted.]

He was right. The first three rules were important to have, but didn't need special consideration.

26) Use intelligence boost as an emergency in truly life-and-**** situations, and maybe not even then.

He gave me a power that I was never, ever supposed to use unless it was in the most **** of possible circumstance. As in, if I had the option between an easy **** and doing this, I might want to seriously take a moment to consider dying as an option. Someone had done it on the forums and it was... something weird was happening now in Australia, apparently. After explaining everything he knew, he gave me a power:

"Veronica, you have me the power to make yourself smarter, and then use that new, smarter self to figure out ways to make yourself smarter still. You may repeat this until you have the answer to any supposedly unsolvable problem you wish."

First, it was a suicide button. As far as he could tell, I wasn't likely to survive this runaway intelligence process, wherever it went. Or maybe it would be at least physically safe? I wouldn't be the same person, though, and whoever "Veronica" was would certainly be dead - if I even survived in a traditional sense. He kept mentioning that he really had no idea what was truly happening in Australia, but it had something to do with... this process. So he gave it to me as a final nuke, and told me to almost certainly never use it except as a deterrent. The possibility of me holding this is probably the biggest reason that well-informed sociopaths stay very very far away from well-trained pets. Hell, If I had posted this online I'd probably have a government hitman coming for me. Even verbally acknowledging I have it (as a threat) should be done only in an emergency and with careful consideration.

27) Steal any AGS victims that you feel may need help, then bring them home.

After I silence anyone near me with AGS, if I have control of my environment I can check to see if they're happy. If I find a way to tell that they're not (or, frankly, if I decide they're not), then I can bring them back here. Maybe we'll start a rehabilitation center for Gibbering Mouthers or something. It's dangerous to potentially attract attention like this, but why not? This seems like a clear "everyone wins but the psychopath" scenario.

28) Ignore any rule on this list when needed in emergencies. These are guidelines to help you, not orders.

The fact that he made sure this one is secret is... interesting.

[Back to the public blog]

Once we were done talking about the 3 secret rules (I'll never tell!)... something happened. Hey. So. It's about to get a little real. I promise I'm okay, out here 4 days later. Still excited to lick every clit in the book club while covered in cum. Still the vaguely-superhuman sex machine I've always been (to you, at least):

See? It's fine.

Let's just get through this.

John told me that he needed actual, true informed consent before he went through the last two rules. They weren't so much... rules as they were programming. He didn't want to do it, but the success rate for master/pet pairs that used these rules was so, so high that he couldn't ignore their effectiveness. But he thought it was fucked up. Frankly, it is. But it still might be a good idea:

29) When I see John, I will feel a positive emotion.

30) When I see John, I will feel aroused.

Okay, so I want to spend a long time talking about how even a small "positive emotion" (how vague) would definitely wire me to become absolutely ecstatic about John in every possible way, given enough time. I want to say that it's fucked up how you folks in this community have taken the tagline "a horny sub is a happy sub" as an excuse to keep us pets so so **** all the damn time. I'd thought of myself as a bit of a horny slut, sure, even before all of this (even if I kept it from John so we didn't ruin the friendship) - but pushing that to the max? C'mon. It's mean. Even if it works, its mean.

But I wont.

Because to get informed consent, John told me that he wanted to temporarily "reset me" to how I was right before I got AGS and my roommate had me eat her out for an hour. He wanted me to keep my memories, but to have the preferences and views that I had before all this had started. He wanted to ask *her* for consent to put these rules in place: my unaltered self. Neither of us could really "consent" to anything, by any formal definition, but my perspective is certainly a lot more suspect than hers is at this point.

John warned me. Fuck. He said that he would only do this once, and only for this, and that EVERYONE online said it was a bad idea, and that both of us would regret it.

But I said I was ready. And he thought it was worth doing.

So he did it.

I kneeled in front of him as he told me to, without forgetting the last month, return to who I had been before I had gotten AGS.

John must have seen me faceplant into the floor immediately, screaming as I sobbed. He didn't know. He couldn't.

I had, immediately, learned three things:

First - In one of my first interactions with John, he had accidentally convinced me I had parents. I had lied to him, he had believed me, and then he repeated that lie back to me and I believed it. But I don't have a family at all. I'm alone. All alone except for him. I know that now. But I'd been dealing with that my whole life. This didn't floor me too much.

Second - while I was eating her out? My roommate... changed me. Way back when I had first gotten AGS, before I had come over to John's. She had lied to me for fun, telling me I was always secretly attracted to John and sending me over with the mission of sucking his dick. But the most damage was done while I was eating her out. She kept yelling things about me. I don't think I was supposed to take them seriously, but I believed her lies.

Third - When I had walked up to John's house, I had been a virgin. I had never been kissed, never even seen a man without a shirt on. My roommate had been calling me a slutty whore while she **** me to eat her out, and I believed her.

I hadn't been hiding my slutty lifestyle from John - I'd never had one at all.

...

...

Sucks and Kisses, I guess.

John's Slut

(PS: I'm ending this post here for dramatic effect, but I'll put up one more short one before our party tomorrow. I promise, the last 5 days have been quite pleasant and relaxing in a lot of ways. I've made peace with who I was, who I am, and what my life is now. I feel ready, even if I am really, really fucking embarrassed. Make sure you read my last post before you Come in tomorrow!]