Fun! Way more fun than she thought it'd be.

Dear Diary,

FIRST!

Lol, 90's moment.

Alright, here it goes. Today's Rule is about keeping a diary. I'm on Rule #5. I'm supposed to write all the rules at the end of every diary entry, and it's already hard to keep them all straight.

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this! One's about that language thing we already talked about, fine. But one's about... making sure I keep a fake suppository in my ass at all times? Then one that explains why I'm writing this on a phone while I'm licking John's cock, and another one explains why I'm attaching so many selfies. God these pictures make me look like such a slut, but I do look hot with a cock in my mouth.

You know the first Rule already. I'm supposed to "use proper language." Basically, I can't ever say "me" or "my" or "I" or whatever. I asked if it's okay for these journals, and he said it's fine though. Anyway, after doing it for 5 days straight? It's getting... kinda weird. Sometimes, I do actually think of myself as John's pussy? Like, you know how if you try, you can think of yourself as a brain in a mech-suit-body? Like how your brain is the real "you"? Well, sometimes I find myself associating the "me" of me with my pussy, tits, or ass. So when I'm doing the dishes or whatever and John walks up behind me to chat and starts kneading my ass as he does? In terms of my identity... it can feel a little like it would if he were to rub my chin or face. Sometimes he speaks directly to my pussy as a joke, but it doesn't actually feel that weird?

Once when he did it, I just spread my ass so that he can get a better view of his... conversation partner? It started as a joke, but... I mean, I know it's all for show, but it's hard for me to not sorta sometimes think of myself as... well... John's pussy.

We decided to alternate between "survival" rules and "sex" rules, and I was really surprised to hear that John considered the language thing to be a survival rule. The next day was *supposed* to be a sex rule, until he noticed that I had... erm... slopped my pussy juice all over his couch, bed, dinner chair, and countertop. He had me run around and clean it up as well as I could (by licking it up, of course) and then said that instead of what he was going to do, he needed to fast-track a later rule instead. So I have to sit on the ground now, unless he calls me up or I decide to sit on someone's lap. I guess because dirty sluts like me don't get to sit in chairs, lol.

It keeps me pretty much eye level with his cock all day, which really doesn't help the whole "constantly wet" thing. It's really hard not to respond when I'm kneeling in front of him and he looks down, puts a hand on my head, and says "Hm, looks like my pussy is getting a little wet. Is someone hungry?" - and then I see him slowly grow hard in front of my face, drawing a line of delicious precum across my cheek. God, his cock is fucking nice.

The third rule? Well, the suppository is fucking weird. It's my last and most important line of defense. I have a soft-ish suppository that I have to keep in my ass at all times. It's like very small rubber ball that lights up as soon as it's not under pressure. So when I poop, it comes out and starts flashing. Even if my memory is erased, it'll be hard *not* to look at it, and it says in giant letters on the outside "YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MUST OPEN THIS AND READ IT." So I have to fish it out and clean it off in the sink, then open it to get at the laminated note inside. The note is several pages long, and compels me to read the whole thing if I don't recognize what it is. It's a best attempt to wipe any programming that someone might give me - and then get me back to John. After I've read it, I have to always remember to put it back in my ass. It's not flawless, but it should sorta work. The main flaw is that I can have my ability to read taken away. We tried to use pictures as well, but who knows if those'll work after I've been turned into a raving cumbeast of a Gibbering Mouther by some hunter or another. Better than nothing, I guess.

The fourth Rule? The next sex rule? Lol. It's why I'm now writing this part by talking at my phone with a cock in my pussy.

Okay, okay - I've always been a bit of a slut and now I'm definitely becoming an even bigger one. But I *had* to do it! If I see a hard cock, this rule states that I have to squeeze it into one of my holes. I also have to lick any pussies I see. We're hoping to keep bystanders off-balance. If some nasty homeless guy on the bus sees me and starts jacking off, it's better if I walk over and quickly swallow some of his cum than it is to leave him to think up his own way of getting release. Get control by being the first to initiate, and use that control to throw people off their thought path and convince them not to kidnap me - then quickly disappear while they ride the afterglow. That's the strategy. John sure does like this rule! I sorta do too. So for example - I might be sitting in front of the couch, eye-level with his cock. I get a little wet, and he makes a joke of speaking to my pussy. Well, then he gets a hard-on, so I suck him off or fuck him or whatever. Sometimes I use my ass.

Often I'll give him my phone to take a video for me to include in the journal. Then I sit back between his legs, or kneel nearby while we watch TV or whatever. Then later he might see me suck some cum out of my hair, which makes him hard and just repeats the whole process (John's been taking quarter-doses of viagra to help practice) Honestly, I kinda... love this rule? I spent a lot more time than I should have in my last life trying to get more dick. Now I have as much as I'll ever want.

Last, I had to make a digital journal on my phone. Every day, I need to describe every single significant thing that has happened (sexual or otherwise) in as much detail as I can. I need to include pictures and video as often as I can, though, so... honestly, this thing is just looking like a sex journal. Shorts snippets of my thoughts, punctuated by pictures of me massaging a cock. John tells me that this will serve as a kind of "memory backup" in case someone wiped me. John said he may steal take a few of the videos to share on that website? He seemed to watch my reaction a bit too carefully when he said that one. I... don't know how I feel about that. Being just another AGS slut, like the one who got gangbanged with all that whore sharpie writing on her?

Letting the whole world watch me lick cum out of my ass like that? I can't believe the thought fills me with equal parts nervousness, disgust, and... excitement.

Until next time - 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. 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.