Good Girlfriends Ride - Part 1

Chapter 29 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends Ride - Part 1

A shock to Emma's butt jolts her out of her reverie and starts her making her way up the stairs, knowing better than to resist the simple instruction, but both dreading and anticipating what is to come as she climbs the staircase, each step shifting the plug inside her, reminding her of how full she is, how Evan played with her earlier, before she enters the bedroom.

She sees the discarded bondage and toys and remembers her training session earlier with vivid clarity, slowly allowing herself to get tied by the mechanism before Evan found her, used her, teased her, for his sadistic pleasure ('Good Girlfriends please') before he plugged her and then fucked her, she moans as she realizes her hands are playing with her breasts again without her noticing as the memory of Evan fucking her helpless plugged body to the brink of climax sends a rush of intense need through her.

Her hands don't stop as she recollects what came after, the hour of mantras and teasing, the belt trying to train her body and mind to respond to every whisper, to learn every lesson, and respond to every touch. As her hands tug on her nipples and she moans out loud, the whispered mantras in her head chant louder in response to both her arousal and the memory of her conditioning. Maybe 'trying' might not be as accurate as she would like to think, as she struggles to wrestle the whispers and her own hands back under her control.

"Good Girl Emma, you have the right attitude already, now retrieve the yellow suction cup dildo and stick it facing up on your bedside table, keep your remaining toys nearby within reach" The AI says.

Emma obeys, picking up the dildo and pulling her bedside table out before placing the dildo down and pressing it into the wooden surface. A faint sucking sound indicates the suction has adhered to the surface. She stares at it sticking up arrogantly, almost proudly, the same dildo she used yesterday, the same dildo she used to learn how to deep throat, and now this damn AI is going to use it to **** her to learn some new sexually degrading act so she can perform it for Evan like his little horny sex toy performing for his pleasure and satisfaction ('Good Girlfriends please'). She pauses, her mental voice started that train of thought sarcastic and ****, but by the end, it was mostly just horny. Apparently, a big part of her is excited by the idea of training for Evan, training to please him, training to take him in all the ways that will make him cum and make him approve of her 'Good Girlfriends please please please' she thinks loudly as she notices her hands have once again started their traitorous touches and rips them away.

She is again confronted by wondering how much of this she has 'learned' from the belt and how much of her always wanted to submissively please Evan. She liked making him happy, maybe even surprising him a bit, but that's just normal girlfriend stuff, wasn't it?

A sharp series of three intense shocks to her pussy shakes her out of her reverie as she realizes the AI has been speaking, but she missed it, so lost in her thoughts.

"Emma, listen and obey, you will strip out of your maid uniform, then put on your translucent black lingerie again for your training. Evan has indicated it is important that Good Girlfriends wear appropriate clothing" the AI says.

Emma almost gleefully strips out of the latex outfit, barely stopping for a moment to roll her eyes at the 'appropriate clothing' comment in her eagerness to escape the constricting latex. As the latex comes free from her skin, a layer of sweat lingers on her skin, the smell of her arousal and sweat mix in a pungent aroma of vitality and lust now opened to the air as her skin chills. She begins stepping into the half-translucent lingerie with barely any hesitation. It may be as embarrassing and arguably more explicit, but it's far more comfortable than the latex has been so far ('and Evan would love it, Good Girlfriends Present and please' her mind reminds her).

"Good girl, now tie your legs to the table with the cuffs" the AI proceeds.

Emma braces herself but proceeds to pick up the rope from the bed and wind some rope slowly around the base legs of the bedside table. Then she stands over it, the phallus sitting beneath her, bobbing in her view as she bends over to grab the rope. She slowly wraps the rope so it ties her with a single column tie around each ankle and wraps slowly further up her calves till her legs are secure, she internally curses all those shibari videos she watch for their 'artistic appeal' but also can't deny how firm and intense the rope feels, rubbing against her skin, even as the dildo sits beneath her, pointing at her beneath her waist with an ominous promise.

Once she stands, she notices that she can see herself in the floor-length mirror; she looks like a helpless little prize for Evan, secured to the table by tight black ropes, wearing lingerie that shows more than hides, her eyes lustful and anticipating despite her protests.

"Good Girl Emma, one last step before we begin, place your hands behind your back and tie your wrists together"

"How will I balance?, oww" she says as a minor shock punishes her for speaking back ('Good Girlfriends Listen and Obey' faintly echoes in her head).

She reluctantly bends her arms behind her back, pulling her elbows in till her wrists touch, and wrapping her wrists together with rope handcuffs before taking a deep breath and tightening the cuffs with an anxious exhale. Emma recognizes that she is allowing herself to be put in the same situation as earlier, tied, about to be played with and trained by an AI, with no way out on her own, and judging by the visibility of her nipples, entirely too excited about it. 'But knowing doesn't appear to help' she thinks, sarcastically mocking herself as her predicaments are becoming common enough to be laughable.

Her laughter is interrupted by a round of patterned vibrations along her labia and against her plug as the belt begins to reward for her obedience ('Good Girlfriends obey').

"Good Girl Emma, now, SIT" the belt says, with firm, sharp emphasis which Emma finds herself reflectively responding to, her knees giving way as she drops down.

As her thighs continue to bend, Emma feels the dildo tap and brush against the bottom of the belt. For a moment, she is disappointed by the lack of sensation. picturing how it would feel to squeeze down on the dildo till her pussy drools. She tries to chastise herself for the naughty thoughts, but it feels half-hearted, and she struggles to mean it after today's teasing and training ('Good Girlfriends fuck' she hears).

"Good girl, now hold that position Emma, rub the belt against the dildo, imagine it is Evan's cock, imagine you are spreading your wet pussy drool all over his sensitive cock head till it glistens, till it's twitching and lubricated, aching to plunge inside you" the AI says in a sensuous, detailed voice, slow and silky.

The image builds in her head so easily, the twitches, the string of grool that would connect her soaking pussy to his cock, connecting them together. 'why does that have to sound so hot' she frustratingly ponders even as her hips continue to rub in circles, rubbing the belt against the dildo, even as her thighs begin to burn with strain.

"Good Girl keep going, you are training for Evan, training to serve him with your pussy, this is not about what your pussy wants, but what a Good Girlfriend should do, Good Girlfriends please, you want to be a Good Girlfriend dont you?"

Emma's hips continue their consistent circles, holding her posture, her arms tight, her tits pushed out, even as she pushes down slightly to rub back and forth, picturing his cock head getting massaged and wet from her folds, her thighs burning but her mind aroused and determined to succeed.

"Good Girl Emma, I think you are ready for the next step" the AI says as a click sound emanates from the belt.