Joy gets a learning aide

Even though Sterling’s hand is resting on the back of my head, keeping me from expelling his cock from my mouth, I feel his body stiffen up as his voice transitions smoothly to mentor mode. “You’ve done well Joy. We obviously will work on your ability to take a man into your throat, but beyond that you’ve exceeded expectations.”

I don’t know how to feel about that. That a machine thinks I’ve done a good job and blowing it. “Most men won’t be able to last as long as I have for this lesson before ejaculating, at least not without more rest periods, but nearly all felating experiences will end with the man ejaculating. Science shows that women have become very aroused during this process and need the man’s ejaculate to end her arousal state. It’s unlikely that you’ll have a physical orgasm yourself, but this process will still end with pleasure and satisfaction for you. When a man ejaculates, he’ll deposit an amount of semen into your mouth. Many men will look to the woman for how she’s like to receive this gift. Some women prefer the man’s help in pushing her all the way down so that he ejaculates directly into her throat. Some women prefer to have the man’s penis barely in her mouth so that she can fully experience and taste the entire process. And some women prefer to have the man exit her mouth and ejaculate on some part of her body, including her breasts, her hand or hands, or her face. As consumption of the semen is mandatory and you are unable to accept me into your throat, we’ll practice with it ejaculated into your mouth. Remember, this ejaculation is a celebration of your abilities and your man’s feelings toward you. We’ll now resume.”

And with that Sterling’s body shifts back into its normal movement. As his hand starts helping me bob up and down on his length, his now gruff head of household voice floats down from above me “Oh Joy, you’re my good babygirl. This is all for you!”

I feel the fake cock in my mouth swell slightly and start to throb just as the hand allows me to pull almost entirely off of it. I can feel the steel behind Sterling’s grip of my head, letting me know that unlike with Bradley, there’s no way I could **** myself off of this cock and need to accept ‘my reward’ for this well done job directly in my mouth.

I hear Sterling grunt and groan above me as his cock throbs and starts shooting strand after strand of cum into my mouth. I can’t stop my own replying mewling as my mouth is soon full of the warm sticky substance. Even as thick as Sterling is, I know I could unseal my lips from around his girth and open my mouth enough to let the artificial… please God, let it be artificial… cum fall out. But while that would be a temporary reprieve, it would ultimately be just as bad as it was with Bradley as surely Sterling would make sure I ultimately swallow down this ‘celebration of my abilities’. Closing my eyes I focus on getting this done and while Sterling continues to emote his pleasure, start swallowing down his load.

After what feels like an eternity and at least four loads swallowed down, Sterling releases the back of my head. Even though I plan to continue fighting as much as I can, fighting for my remaining masculinity, I’m beaten right now. A small part of me screams that I should get up and stomp away. To the bathroom to vomit up this belly full of ‘celebration’, or the shower to try and get clean, or just the bedroom for some privacy. But that part is drowned out in the hours of being ‘mentored’ by this mechanical boyfriend. Being spanked and petted and caressed and taught and led into giving oral pleasure. Without a cue from Sterling as to what he’d like me to do, I simply rest my head on its thigh. I even add the gesture, hoping it will seem genuine to it, of kissing its thigh.

I watch Sterling’s cock slowly grow soft and return to a more manageable bulge while his hand rests on my head, his fingers working through my hair and his thumb rubbing over my cheek. While I’d rather be resting elsewhere and not on top of my mechanical boyfriend, I’m still grateful for the rest it’s allowing me. At least I was grateful until I heard the game wrapping up. As Sterling begins to stand, adjusting me to remain on my knees, I realize he wasn’t letting me rest at all. He was finishing listening to the game. Looking up at him, I see Sterling’s eyes flash blue and it says in its mentor voice, “After sexual relations, you should still provide care for your man. In this case, pull up my pants and button them, before offering a kiss.”

I close my eyes and silently curse as I realize not only is this toaster oven going to ground down my remaining masculinity, it’s going to crush my remaining sense of self. Evidently, I’m to be gracious for the gift of him ‘letting’ me blow him. I feel Sterling return to head of household mode as I pull his pants up and button them back into place. Standing up, I see him grinning and return its grin with what feels like the most fake smile I’ve ever put on my face. Leaning in I give it a kiss to its cheek, internally kick myself for what I’m about to say, and push out in a quiet voice “Thank you for that… daddy. I needed it.”

Sterling turns my face toward his and gives me a kiss. A full-on passionate kiss. Like its skin, Sterling’s lips and tongue may look a bit plasticky and fake but they feel real enough as they rub up against my lips and dive into my mouth. Its hands roam over my body with one ending up cupping my breast and the other gripping my plump rear. It doesn’t’ matter that I know it’s a machine doing this to me, I feel my body respond and start to warm up. I’m then left in the uncomfortable position of being held in a passionate embrace while Sterling stiffens into his mentor mode and speaks to me with his mouth mere millimeters from mine. “At this time, it would be appropriate for you to clean up. Your face needs to be cleaned as your cosmetics are ruined from crying, you need to re-apply new makeup, and your lips will require special attention. It’s appropriate to tell your man that you need to do so.”

With no transition, Sterling returns to head of household and continues to caress and pet my breast and ass. Realizing it means for me to interrupt it, I clear my throat and say, “I’m going to go get cleaned up for you… Daddy.”

I feel myself die a little inside each time I call this bag of bolts ‘daddy’.

With a parting pat to my ass and a final squeeze to my breast, Sterling steps back and chuckles “Okay girl, but you’re lovely just as you are!”

As I turn and step away, I let out a yelp as Sterling punctuates his statement with an open handed slap to my rear. It serves its purpose though as I rush out of range of a second slap. When I get to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, I almost burst into tears again. While “m sure the men here would compliment their women with false praise, Sterling’s comment of ‘…lovely just as you are’ is total bullshit. My lipstick is smeared around my face worse than the Joker’s clown makeup. There are two distinct lines running from my eyes down to my chin where I cried my foundation away. My mascara has almost entirely transferred from my eyelashes to my eyelids and cheeks and worn away along with my eyeshadow making it look like I’m wearing bandit makeup instead of women’s cosmetics.

I take my time to fully clean my face with plenty of soap and cold water before drying it and moving back to my vanity. I don’t even think about trying something new and instead just put on my makeup as best I know how. Once I feel that it will pass Sterling’s muster, I take a moment to gather myself and head back out to the living room. When I enter, I see that all of Sterlin’s boxes have been gathered up into the space Kylan made earlier. There appears to be a flat stand that I assume is Sterling’s charging pad as well as a small chest next to it. Sterling notices me and stands up to face me. When he sees me, his eyes flash blue and he stops moving. “Joy, your makeup is applied as it was before. It would be appropriate for you to apply a more relaxed look for the afternoon. That is unless you are seeking to entice your man, me, into the bedroom with an evening look like you have. Would you like to select a different look, or would you like to work on seduction?”

I can’t suppress a shudder as I imagine having to actually try to actively attract Sterling and not just passively succumb to his advances. “Umm… Mr. Barron, I don’t know how to apply makeup except for like this, even though I don’t want to work on seduction.”

Sterling’s eyes flash blue twice before he continues in his mentor voice. “Understood Joy. I will program a full suite of cosmetics and style lessons into your vanity. Would you like to learn alone with an aide, or would you prefer me to be by your side.”

My eyes open a little wider with both anticipation and wariness. While I don’t like the sound of an ‘aide’ being used, I love the thought of being left alone. Even if it’s just to learn how to make myself pretty for Sterling, having time away from it would be great. I decide almost any aide would be worth that price and say with my first honest smile in hours “Alone would be great, Mr. Barron.”

Sterling moves stiffly and robotically to the chest next to his charging pad and pulls out a one large and one small box before returning to my side and guiding me back to the bedroom. In the bedroom he places the small box on the bed and moves to the space that Kylan made there. As he unboxes what looks like his second charging pad, he says over his shoulder in his mentor voice “You may insert your learning aide and begin your lessons.”

I move to the bed and open the box he left there. What I see inside makes me freeze and seethe in silent anger. I know I shouldn’t question. That at best I’ll be rebuffed and told to do it anyway and at worst will open myself up for another punishment, but this can’t go unsaid. Picking up the plug I turn toward Sterling and hold it out “Sterling!? What the fuck? Is this what I think it is? A fucking butt plug?”

Sterling doesn’t stop working and answers in his frustrating monotone “Joy, that is a standard learning aide. It is inserted into your rear where it will use various forms of stimulation to assist in educational endeavors. It can vary from very pleasurable to quite uncomfortable. Please insert it using the included lubrication.”

I stand still, continuing to accusingly hold out the chrome plug toward Sterling as I try to work out what to say. I could always ‘change my mind’ and have him next to me while I learn how to make myself pretty for him, but if this is a standard learning aid, what might he provide in learning assistance? I could try to fake putting it in, but with how everything seems connected, he’d likely know I didn’t have it inserted.

Even though my rear still stings just thinking of what might happen, I decide that direct refusing is my best option. “Sterling, no.” I set the plug back in its box and close it back up. When I turn back to Sterling I see him standing up straight and looking back at me, even though his charging pad isn’t finished being set up. I continue, trying to sound cool and confident. “I can learn by myself. I’ve wanted to learn how to apply makeup in different ways since I learned this in Gilead. I don’t need any aides to help me learn, and especially don’t need a lewd one like that.”

Wanting to establish a level of command again I don’t wait for its ‘permission’ to not use the aide. Instead, I turn on my heel and start toward the vanity. I let out a quiet ‘eep’ when I feel Sterling’s hand on my shoulder. He scared me not because of his action… I only gave my attempt a 50% chance of working… but because I didn’t hear him move at all on his way across the room.

His voice is still in his mentor mode, but there’s a lower tone to it. An almost threatening tone. “Joy, your learning must be accelerated. This is especially true with basic tasks like style and beauty. Studies have proven that learning with an aide will increase your uptake of information and accelerate your ability to beautify yourself. Please return to the bed and insert the aide with the provided lubrication.”

I turn and look into Sterling’s eyes. I take a deep breath and say slowly and firmly “Sterling, no. I don’t want to use it.”

I’m half surprised it let me say the entire sentence before it moved on to the stage I feared. I knew it was a possibility, but if I don’t push, I won’t learn where there are areas I can resist. As soon as its eyes flash red I know what’s coming next. Sterling’s face drops into a scowl as he moves smoothly over to the bed. He takes a seat, looks up at me and pats his lap. “Woman, that’s just earned you ten swats.”

Part of learning when to push is accepting when I’ve come up against the wall. I accept that this is that point and don’t try to find out what would happen if I run. Instead, I move stiffly over to Sterling and lay over his lap. After he casually flips my dress up over my back, he takes the extra step of pulling my panties down to my thighs. He gives my now fully bare butt a caress before pulling back and giving it a full open-handed spank. I grit my teeth, immediately reminded how much this hurt before but keep the tears in and manage to stiffly reply, “One.”

I knew it was a long shot to not cry. I’m still left to wonder if that’s part of the punishment and if Sterling would have gotten more aggressive if I was able to hold my tears for longer. As is, I had a couple tears by spank four and was openly crying by the final spank. “T… t… ten. Thank you, Sir.”

Sterling evidently had the cooling balm in his pocket as he applies it without a word. When he’s finished, I try to stand up but his hand hasn’t moved from my back, leaving me bent over his knees. I feel his lubricated fingers return and start working in between my cheeks and I can’t stop a grunt as I clench up and start wiggling my legs in renewed protest. His voice is in angry head of household mode as he says “Joy, don’t make me spank you for this again. Stop wiggling or I’ll still **** the learning aide into you and then spank you another ten times. Do you want that, woman?”

Biting my lower lip hard enough to keep my venom from escaping, I close my eyes and calm down enough to relax and say “No, sir. I’m sorry sir.”

Sterling takes his time in lubricating me, returning to apply more several times. By the time he brings the lubricated aide to my rear he’s had one, two, and three fingers up inside of me, spreading me ever wider. As is, between the lubrication and Sterling opening me up, the aide slides home with barely any effort. I feel my sphincter close around the narrow edge and know it’s not going to be coming out without more effort.

After wiping me clean, Sterlin stands me up on my feet, pulls my panties into place, and gives me a final pat to my rear before saying in a chuckling voice “There, that’ll help you out girl. Now get to your lessons while I finish setting this up and working on the lawn. I’ll check in on your in a few.”