Joy finishes her lesson and cleans the house

Between my arousal at these little rewards for taking the dildo into my throat and my body’s uncomfortable position, I just want this training to be over with. As I lean forward and willingly take Sterling’s thick cock into my mouth, I wonder how much longer he’ll keep me here. He proved yesterday that this activity won’t push him over the edge. His cock is as fake as the dildo, although it’s heat, texture, and the way it reacts to my actions is certainly more realistic. I know I can’t just refuse him and it seems that I can’t change his behaviors by bringing up another man, but what if I could manipulate Sterling another way? A way that works within his programing?

Sterling’s hand is still gently on my head as I press forward. When his cock presses into my throat I get the same reaction. While there isn’t an overt gag and I can keep him in my throat for several seconds, the panic still hits and my hands fly up, this time landing on his thighs instead of the wall or mirror. I realize, as he lets me slide back and get a breath of air, that this is going to be better and worse at the same time when compared to the dildo. I’m no longer fed that extra arousing feature of watching the sexy girl take the dildo into her throat repeatedly, although now I’m ‘rewarded’ by hearing Sterling’s pleasured groan above me.

After I get him into my throat again, I decide to throw caution to the wind and my pride to the gutter. When I pull back, I fully slide off of Sterling’s cock and look up at him. I start rubbing my hands up and down his thighs as I kiss and lick at his cock, writhing my body enticingly.

When I see he’s about to speak I call out quietly “Please Daddy, you have me so hot with just the dildo…” I cringe inwardly, feeling another part of myself die with this humiliation, but try to keep that aroused, horny, over stimulated tone to my voice “…those little rewards and pushing my buttons and I just want to make you cum…” I actually freeze up mentally, locking up at the thought of talking like some wanton woman, so I take him into my mouth and move forward until I can slide his cock head and a little more into my throat for a bit. When I pull back I’m ready to continue debasing myself, all in the pursuit of ending this damnable exercise earlier “…please daddy!” a kiss to the underside of his cock “… please!!” moving my face down to kiss and lick his balls “….daddy!!!” returning to take him in my mouth, puffing my lips out and swirling my tongue around his head, all while retaining seductive eye contact.

When I try to pull off again, I see Sterling’s eyes flash red, and a confident smirk grows over his face. His hands come up to grab either side of my head and start pulling me down his length while he says “Oh, I’ll take care of my babygirl!”

I keep the act up, using all the techniques I was taught yesterday, while I let him take control of the action. At first, he pulls me in deep enough to slide into my throat again, and I feel he’s going to just hold me there. But when he slides almost all the way out, he stops moving my head and instead starts pumping in and out of my mouth. Every third or fourth dive in he slides into my throat, but all the while I keep working my end. Sliding my tongue around his shaft, using my fingers on his thighs and his balls and his belly, smiling around his girth, moaning, and mewling.

I don’t know how long Sterling had planned on keeping me working on that training with him replacing the dildo, but he came after only a few minutes of me taking him into my mouth. I’m thankful that he didn’t cum while he was still in my throat, but he did change it up by making sure my mouth was full of his cock when he painted it with his hot sticky cum. I struggle to keep up and swallow all he’s giving me and again wonder what his ‘cum’ is. I can only compare the flavor of his, Jonas’, and Bradley’s cum, but his doesn’t taste distinctly different. It doesn’t taste artificial.

When he’s finally spent, Sterling releases my head and smiles down at me. I make sure to give him a show of catching the few strands of cum that escaped the corners of my mouth and swallowing them down before pushing myself up onto my heels and hugging him. Still playing my part I say nearly breathlessly “Thank you Daddy, you’re so good to me.”

As Sterling pulls me in for a kiss, I remember my lesson from yesterday and excuse myself to get cleaned up. Grabbing my dress and bra I move into the bathroom where I quickly clean off my face. When I sit down at the vanity though, I see that the girl in the reflection looks really hot. She’s still slightly out of breath, leaving her mouth open just a bit. Her cheeks are clearly colored by a blush while the tops of her breasts and her chest are flushed from the sexual activity. Her nipples are hard and while her hair isn’t destroyed, it has that mussed, just used, look. It all works together to give her a wanton look.

As I start putting on my makeup I realize that I’m torn on finally finding a way to manipulate Sterling. On the one hand, any tool to add to my toolbox is good. The more I can get what I want instead of being kept away from what I want is a better chance that I’ll be escaping back to our time and my body. At the same time though, it feels like my method of manipulating him is forcing myself to fall further into the mold they want me in. I’ll have to use it sparingly and consider its price. Whatever I do here seems to push me further down the road to their definition of a ‘normal’ woman. I’ll just have to decide does the current activity do it more or does me actively acting like it’s working do it more.

When I’m cleaned up again and Eileen gives me an approving buzz from my aide, I return to the living room. I see the comforter has been folded up under the mirror, but the mirror itself remains in place. I bite at the inside of my cheek, realizing that anybody that walks in will see the lit mirror on the wall at waist level with a dildo attached to it. Bradley and Kylan might accept that as normal, but what would Atticus and Catty think? How much of this am I even going to tell them?

Forcing myself to focus on the present and not the soon to be, I turn and see Sterling has thankfully dressed himself. His eyes blink blue before he says in his mentor voice, “You’ve done well Joy. I apologize for putting myself into the exercise as I did not intend for your sexual need to rise so quickly. It’s understandable though and you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I close my eyes for a moment as I feel my cheeks warm up with renewed blush, knowing that Sterling’s definition of me being ashamed and my definition of me being ashamed are two radically different things. He continues in his monotone voice, “We’ll now move on to your normal daily activities. Your everyday tasks will start with cleaning. This is a non-stop activity that includes laundry, dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, dishes, and cleaning any other sex related or cooking related clutter. In addition to cleaning, you’ll need to maintain the household stores. For now, you can use the house’s communication device to set up a delivery from the store but when you are ready, you’ll go to the store yourself as a reward and some socialization. If you have children and or pets, you’ll take care of them. You’ll plan out the evening meal and start prep work when it can’t be completed in an hour’s time. There are many other tasks a good husband or live in lover may assign you, but these listed tasks will always exist and need attention. As we’ve utilized your morning, you should focus on laundry and a light cleaning today. We’ll have a simple meal, and our food stores are still well stocked. I’ll be charging to give you the impression of being home alone. Should you need me, simply call out for me.”

Sterling moves smoothly to stand on his charging pad and closes his eyes. He looks just as he did when he was in his box except, I can see his eyes pulsing with light behind the eye lids. I don’t even have time to look around and make a mental list of what I can and should get done as Eileen displays a list in front of me. I can clearly see that it’s going to take the rest of the day and consider just walking out and going to see if Atticus and or Catty are home, but the small shock from my learning aide gets me into the motion Sterling and Eileen have planned for me, which starts with laundry.

I’m surprised when I find the laundry room and see the two stand alone machines. There were still homes that had these back in our time, but most well to do homes had a combination four machine system. It allowed you to simply toss all clothes into the central hopper and the machines would sort, clean, dry, and fold everything, alerting you when anything needed to be taken and hung up. The more expensive machines could even hang most articles of clothing.

This washer and dryer were almost as far removed from that as possible. There were settings for times, heat of water, heat of air, use of steam, and agitation level, but there weren’t even any presets for whites, cottons, or delicates. As if the machines weren’t frustrating enough, I see that there are a lot more clothes than I’d worn. Evidently, I’m also laundering Bradley’s and Kylan’s clothes. Gathering up all the clothes, I have to take the time to sort everything into similar piles before starting them. I don’t even see any way for it to alert me beyond its end of cycle bell, so I’m going to have to either just know how long the cycle lasts or be continually checking on it.

With the first load in I continue to follow Eileen’s list, accepting her rewarding endorphins and buzzes, and avoiding her shocks and punishments. In a future time with flying cars, holographic entertainment, and robot teachers, they seem to put little effort into making the lives of housewives any easier. From dusting to vacuuming to sweeping to scrubbing and cleaning, every task is as basic as can be with almost no help from the tools provided. The vacuum is big, heavy, and can’t automatically adjust itself to the floor type. The dusting is completed with a feather duster that has what I believe are real ostrich feathers. Even the laundry machines have less utility than I first thought as some of the items will require being hung out in the open air to dry.

All told, I get the laundry finished, the kitchen and living room cleaned, and am given a little time to organize my vanity and closet. Eileen shows that there are many areas that I will lightly clean tomorrow, in addition to the more in-depth cleaning. Just as I finish bringing in and folding the last of the laundry, Sterling’s eyes open and he steps off of his pad. When he sees me looking in his direction his eyes flash red and he walks over to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Good evening girl, I trust your day has been fun! I had a good day at the office. Why don’t you get me a drink and we can talk about it in the living room.”

Sterling gives me a pat to my rear and walks further into the house, completing what I assume is his play-acting husband role. Moving to the bar I remember that he liked a Manhattan from the other night and can replicate it without Eileen’s help. When Sterling walks back into the living room, he’s changed into a more relaxed set of clothes and sits in the command chair. Putting his Manhattan on a tray, I serve it to him before cleaning up the bar and returning. When I walk past Sterling, heading to the couch to sit down, a shock in my rear lets me know that I shouldn’t be doing that. Honestly confused I turn to look at Sterling and notice he’s holding his drink out wide while smiling up at me.

With a little shiver I recognize what he wants and lower myself into my robotic boyfriend’s lap. As my arm circles his neck for stability, I feel his arm reach around my waist and his hand land on my thigh. We sit like that with Sterling going over his imaginary day. When he finishes and ask me how my day went his eyes immediately flash blue and he stiffens underneath me. “Joy, this is a rhetorical question unless there were any problems that arose during the day. A woman in Mishigami society prides herself on being able to complete all home tasks without problem or complaint. A normal response would be that you enjoyed your day but are ready to move on to what’s next. Activities at this point could be beginning dinner preparations, listening to sports or news with your husband or lover, or sexual relations. You may answer however you deem appropriate at this time.”

As Sterling’s eyes flash red and we both resume our play acting I think over the choices that he laid out for me. None sound particularly appealing to me as I honestly just want to get to Atticus and Catty but I know I have to more or less have Sterling’s permission to do so. Hoping to knock out two birds with one stone I lean in and give Sterling a kiss on the cheek and smile as I respond, “I should probably start dinner Mr. Barron. Our neighbors Atticus and Catty said they’d come over today and haven’t made it yet. Could you contact them and see if they’d join us? I’ll make a meatloaf and would like to know how much to put together.”

Sterling pulls me in for a quick kiss before standing us both up. Wrapping his arm around my waist he pulls the communication device from his pocket. But instead of sending me into the kitchen he moves us further into the living room. By the time he has us around behind the couch he’s dialed a number and has the phone up to his ear. “Hi Atticus, it’s Sterling! How are you today?”

I’m sure my face is confused as I look at Sterling until he pulls the phone away from his mouth and whispers to me “We should have some quick sex before dinner. Go on and bend over the couch and I’ll take care of you babygirl!”