Joy's ride and evening are pleasurable!

Not more than three blocks from the library a glass partition starts to rise and separate the driver from me. Seeing my obvious nervousness, he clicks a button and I hear his voice come through the speakers, “Don’t worry Miss, Mr. Colton said he wanted you to have a satisfying ride and paid for all the enhancements. You feel the seat I’m sure, and it will just get more aggressive in its vibrations. You see the toys and are free to use them however you’d like. I’m isolating your area so I can give you a full dose of the pheromones, and I’ll start up the soundtrack soon. I’ll even give you privacy. Please enjoy yourself!”

With that said I hear the speaker click off, see the partition go from see through to black, and note all the windows of the car go opaque as well. A moment later the dome light turns on, but its red light gives the back seat a seedy appearance. That appearance isn’t helped when the speakers click back on, this time playing the soundtrack of sex. Fleshy bodies slapping against each other, moans, groans, wet licking and sucking…. It’s like listening to the best parts of a pornography film.

With the seat vibrating and the sounds playing loudly around me I’m not surprised to feel my panties grow moist again but am a little taken aback to realize my nipples are growing hard too. I can feel my breathing grow both deeper and quicker, and I feel like I’m getting warmer. When I look in the mirror, I see that my pupils are dilating far more than the dim red light would account for and remember the driver saying something about pheromones. Mentally I ask Eileen if there are any **** in the air and curse my luck when her happy go lucky voice answers “Yes Joy, you’re being provided a collection of sexually arousing pharmaceuticals that specifically target female sexuality. These allow females to come to full arousal quicker than their bodies would normally allow and to stay in that state with minimal stimulation. Use of the toys is highly recommended as you’ll find orgasms very easy to stimulate but may experience an orgasm without any further stimulation regardless.”

I’m a complete mess the entire drive home. Knowing that any sexual stimulation will just further normalize this body in my psyche and knowing that I’ll be unable to avoid sex at home and now at work, makes me not want to experience it here in a vehicle. But my desire to not be stimulated is pressed hard against the forces aligned to make that experience easier and my hand finds itself rubbing my breasts through my blouse on several occasions as well as holding one of the larger toys, barely able to stop myself from rolling up my skirt and using it as it’s been offered.

When the car finally stops the sex symphony being played over the speakers stops as well and I hear the driver ask if I’m ready to exit the car. If I’m decent. My hope of the driver not seeing me go through my trial of denial is confirmed when he clears the backseat back to normal, fresh air clearing the sex pheromone smell out, hiding the toys back in the seat, making the windows transparent and lowering the dividing glass, and smiles at me. “I see you had a pleasurable ride miss! I hope you’ll let your man use our service again! Please have a wonderful evening!”

When I hear the doors unlock, I practically jump out, somehow fearing that they’d relock, and I’d be taken on another arousing ride. As is, my legs are trembling and I have to walk slowly to the doorway. Once inside, Sterling is there to greet me by pulling me in for a warm hug and a long passionate kiss. My hands naturally find their way to the back of his head while his find their way to caress my back and ass. When he pulls away his eyes flash blue and he smiles, “I see you’ve had a good time at work. I’m glad they sent you home wanting more and am happy to take care of my girl!”

With gentle pressure on my shoulders, I let out a little huff of frustration, realizing exactly what my house robot means by ‘taking care of me’. Knowing I need to keep this damned machine thinking that me working isn’t a problem, I comply with what it assumes I need and kneel before him. As my hands start undoing his belt and bringing out his hardening cock I actually wonder if a blow job in this situation might not be for the best. Sex is a foregone conclusion, and I’m not sure I could prevent myself from full on enjoying a romp in bed. A blowjob at least satisfies the robot’s supposed need for sex while not paying me off with that pleasurable psyche destroying orgasm.

Gripping Sterling by the base of his cock I get to work licking and kissing him to wetness. When he’s ready and I slip him into my mouth I feel his hand on the back of my head, gripping me softly and setting the pace for my act of fellation. His voice floats down from above me in it’s mechanical mentoring tone “An immediate return home act of oral sex will serve several purposes Joy. It will help sate your need for sex. It will help establish in both your and your man’s mind that you belong at home and time at work does not diminish that need. And finally, as opposed to more traditional intercourse, it will provide the needed feeling of subservience from you and the desired feeling of mastery from your man.”

Great, I think to myself, I get to submit myself to ‘my man’ to prove that I don’t need to work. Work, where I get to submit to the men there.

Blowing Sterling does have the advantage of his knowledge of my skills and abilities. I’m appreciative as he evidently wants this to be an easygoing experience and doesn’t even approach entering my throat. That being said, he still takes his time and lets me really get into blowing him. Any thought of just letting the friction of my lips and tongue get him off while I sit back and mentally hide from this act is thrown out the window as I remember that he can do this all night, responding with an orgasm only when he believes I have participated enough to be ‘satisfied’.

I’ve grown accustomed to Sterling’s signs, as plain and readable as any real man’s signs, of impending orgasm. I feel him twitch and swell in my mouth, feel his hand grip my head a little tighter, and let him quicken our pace before he goes almost all the way to the back of my throat and unloads his cum into me. Through sheer practice, I’ve gotten good enough that I don’t even spill a drop, letting him fill my mouth and swallowing down any overflow. By the time Sterling stops shaking and pulls out from between my lips, I’m able to lick him clean and flash him my empty mouth. My efforts are rewarded with a pat on the head. I keep my smile on even though the pat frustratingly makes me feel like a well-trained pet. As he pulls his pants back up, Sterling reminds me that Bradley and Kylan will be joining us for dinner.

I move up to the bedroom, wishing I could relax after a stressful day but instead get to work readying myself for guests and an evening of cooking and serving. After stripping out of my clothes, I freshen up just a bit before slipping into decorative sheer and lacy bralette and thong combination as well as garter for the nude stockings. A simple collared sleeveless yellow dress that fits me like a glove and looks both motherly and sexually arousing at the same time gets thrown on. When I sit down to do my hair and makeup Eileen makes me stop and put the learning aid back in. I grow frustrated again, but not because of the threats of being shocked. I’m getting good enough at this housewife game that with only a little prompting I’m able to keep up. No, what bothers me are those reassuring and affirming buzzes. They feel good. They make me feel good and even appreciated. In other words, they’re incredibly effectual at making me respond like the little sex starved housewife this society expects.

With my plug inserted I’m finally able to put on some ‘home’ makeup and do my hair up. Still feeling that I’m made up more appropriately for going out dancing as opposed to staying in and cooking for guests, I slip into some heels and head back down to the kitchen.

The evening is a repeat of most of my nights here and I’m suspecting that this will be the norm for women. If they’re not hosting guests, mostly single men as there are so many of them around, they’ll be cooking for their husbands. The head turning reality here is that I’m being taken care of by being allowed or **** to take care of those around me.

Prep the meal, clean up the prep, welcome Bradley and Kylan, make everybody drinks, clean up the bar area several times, make hors d'oeuvres, clean up, finish dinner, make another round of drinks and clean up the bar again, serve dinner, clean the kitchen, clean the table, serve dessert, and finally finish cleaning. Not only is the work getting repetitive and predictable, the men’s responses are expected and honestly appreciated. Sterling’s commands, I realize, aren’t just for his or even my benefit, they’re to make sure I’m constantly showing off for our guests. His casual laying of hands on my whenever I pass and even the occasional pause to kiss me it to ‘mark’ me as his. Meanwhile I can clearly see the adolescent lust in Kylan’s eyes the entire night and Bradley’s more mature appreciative looks.

When Kylan finally says he has to get back and do some homework I walk him to the door making sure he leaves with a little takeaway dish of the pie we had for dessert. When I turn back, I see Sterling and Bradley standing in the living room, both practically leering at me. Sterling takes his normal ‘wing man’ duties as there’s a real man here to boss me around. Bradley walks up, cups my cheek and says, “So you had your first day at work! I’m so proud of you, Joy. I know that can be quite a bit to take in, even though you’re not from our country, so I want to give you a special night. No thinking, no doing, no pleasing. No worrying about pleasing Sterling or me. No working on your part whatsoever.”

Bradley interrupts my response by pulling me close and kissing me passionately. As much as I don’t want to respond like this, I can’t help it and feel my body relax while my toes curl up in their heels. I feel his hands draw lovingly down my bare arms, pulling them behind me, and only register surprise when I feel the metallic click of handcuffs being secured around my wrists. When I back up and try to say something I instead gasp as I bump into Sterling. He seems to have been expecting me as he reaches around me, grips my breasts, and pulls me close to him, letting my cuffed hands rub against the growing bulge under his pants.

I’m soon stuffed between Sterling behind and Bradley in front. Bradley resumes kissing me, letting my moans flow into his mouth while his hands pull my dress up and start rubbing over my thighs and belly. Meanwhile Sterling is kissing behind my ears and my neck while his hands caress my breasts and he pushes his manhood into my hands. I’m like a doll between them with no way to establish any level of control, lost to the pleasures they’re feeding me.

Just when I feel that I can’t take any more from my men, Bradley lifts my legs up and wraps them around his waist as he turns and starts carrying me to the bedroom. When we get there and he breaks our kiss, he drops me gently on the floor where Sterling resumes his activities behind me. My hands go to caress his hardness and I let out a little gasp as I feel his bare flesh under my fingers. A glance at the mirror confirms what I feel, seeing Sterling has removed all his clothes. When I look back to Bradley I see him removing the last of his clothes, his hardon pointing right at me.

While my body begs me to submit to them, to accept another night of two men fucking me out of my mind, I try to take a stand. Clearing my throat as Bradley starts walking back to me and Sterling starts unzipping my dress I say, “Look Bradley, Sterling, I appreciate what you’re doing, but I should really get some good sleep tonight. Why don’t I just give you each a blow job and Mmmmph!!”

My request is cutoff by Bradley’s tongue slipping into my mouth. His hands cup my cheeks and start moving down my neck and shoulders, peeling my dress off as they go. Once the dress is below my breasts Sterling pulls it down and lets it pool on the floor, lifting my legs in turn to help me step out of it. I let out a little “eeeepp!’ into Bradley’s kissing mouth as Sterling also cuts my panties off… I guess I should have put them on over my garters… and buries his tongue in my rear pucker. I can feel Bradley’s cock throb against my belly where’s its trapped between him and me as he breaks the kiss again and for a moment I’m lost in the pleasures of these two men. My body is winning the argument of desiring the pleasure versus my mind wanting no pleasure, so I make one last stab at saving myself from another night of masculinity killing sex. “Bradley, please… please let me suck your ooOOOOmmaaaahhHHH”

I don’t know where he was hiding it but Bradley sliding a ring gag into my mouth was the last thing I expected at that point. His smile is honest and wide, and he really does look like he’s happy with how he’s pleasing me, with no consideration going to the fact that binding and gagging me might not be what I want. After he’s secured the gag behind my teeth and latched it around my head he taps the tip of my nose and says in a patronizing tone, “No more of that my precious little brat. No more words at all. Sit back, let go, relax, and accept that Sterling and I will take really good care of our girl!”

With a simple turn and push from Bradley I end up on my back on top of the bed. My arms are still uselessly bound behind me so I’m unable to prevent Sterling from gripping me under my arm pits and pulling me enough to let my head hang over the edge. With him crouching down and my mouth jacked open there’s no surprise when he feeds me his cock. As I watch his upside-down balls swing to and fro in front of my eyes I feel Bradley continue to work on me, cuffing my ankles together then rolling my legs up over me until Sterling grips my heels and holds me practically folded in half, my knees pressed into my own breasts. And then any struggle I had going is done. As soon as I feel Bradley’s tongue lick over my dripping pussy, any struggle is gone as I submit to another blinding night of pleasure.