Joy makes breakfast and has her first intimate lesson

I must have been more tired than the night before as I didn’t wake when Bradley got up and went home. What pulled me out of my deep dreamless slumber was Sterling shaking my shoulder and calling out “Wake up girl, it’s time to start your day.”

After a long stretch, I get out of bed and use the bathroom. I’m still blinking sleep out of my eyes as I turn the shower on but Sterling immediately steps in and interrupts me, his eyes lazily flashing blue. “Your morning priorities need to begin with only necessary bathroom activities and then focus on your man. Whether he is only staying the night or is your live in lover, they need to be tended to. Your shower and full dressing will come later. Please turn off the shower, do the bare minimum for yourself, and then get dressed.”

I groan inwardly, realizing I’m not even going to get a couple minutes of respite before Sterling’s housewife lessons ramp up. As he steps out, I wash my face and brush my teeth. I might not technically ‘need’ these, but I refuse to start having my face remembering the feeling of Bradley’s and Sterling’s manhood repeatedly slapping against it, nor am I going to start the day with the taste of them. With that done I move back to the bedroom and see the closet already open. Fearing that I’ll be ‘led’ to the right choice of clothes I step in and start lazily running my hands over the myriad of dresses. When I feel Eileen’s endorphins pump through me, I grab what I’m touching and see that it’s another one of the fancy feather lined dress and robes, this time in baby blue instead of pink. I pull the outfit out and grab a pair of bikini panties and slippers to go along with it. Once I’m dressed, I prance my way to the kitchen where I hear Sterling sitting at the table.

It's almost funny how much of a caricature he’s making. He’s barefoot, wearing pajama bottoms and a white tank top. Sitting at the table he has an honest to God paper newspaper held out in front of him and appears to be reading it. I take a moment to make sure I’m not going to laugh or even giggle and then ask, “What can I make you for breakfast Mr. Barron?”

Sterling folds down one half of the paper to smile up at me. “A cup of coffee to start then a full breakfast. Two scrambled eggs, a ham steak, biscuits with honey, tomatoes, mushrooms, and beans. You should have a cup of coffee as well.”

I take a beat to see if he’s joking before realizing this fits into what I ‘learned’ yesterday. Even a casual meal will be more than I’m used to. I’d have been happy to have a bowl of cereal if I ate anything at all, but the wives here seem to be expected to make a full hot breakfast for their husbands. With a frustrated sigh, realizing that this is just going to take more time before I can get to the library, I turn to the coffee maker and start heading there. I’m stopped when I feel Sterling’s hand on my shoulder.

Turning to look at him, I see his eyes flash blue. “Joy, after last night’s pleasures I wanted you to rest fully. This morning, however, we need to insert your learning aide before proceeding as both physical and neurological enhancements will assist you in acclimating to Mishigami culture. I’ll wait here and continue once you return with it inserted.”

Sterling goes very still, which is creepy enough on its own. I debate internally whether I should put up a struggle but quickly realize there won’t be any benefit. I saw yesterday how it would play out and have no desire to start the day with a sore bottom. Moving back to the bedroom I notice I’m as upset that this is wasting more time as I’m upset at having to insert a buzzing shocking plug into my ass.

It takes me longer to find the lubrication than it does to lube up the learning aide and get it slid home. At least it appears Sterling cleaned the aide for me sometime last night or this morning. When I return to the kitchen, I can feel how the learning aide is even training me passively as my hips are swaying far more seductively due to its presence.

Once I pass Sterling his eyes flash red and he takes his seat, but not before giving me a playful smack on my rear. I follow along with Eileen’s displayed instructions for making breakfast, starting with the coffee before pulling out all the ingredients to make a fresh-from-scratch batch of biscuits. By the time I have the dough flattened out, the coffee is ready, and I pour out a cup for Sterling, Eileen reminding me that I shouldn’t pour my cup at the same time. With Sterling served his cup of mana, I’m allowed exactly seven seconds to take a sip of my own cup before I’m directed back to making biscuits.

With the biscuits in the oven, I slice off a piece of ham and start frying it before pouring a single serving can of beans into a pot. With the stovetop warming those up, I move back to the pantry and pull out a tomato and a few mushrooms. After cleaning them, I flit between slicing them, monitoring the ham and beans, and starting the eggs. It’s no surprise that Eileen has me moving swiftly enough that everything is ready at once and I’m able to make a plate for Sterling with his eggs, ham, biscuits, honey, tomatoes, mushrooms, and beans.

As he digs in, I wonder briefly where he stores the food he’s taking in. My wondering stops as Eileen indicates I can have my own breakfast… leftovers from cooking Sterling’s. I end up with a bit of the trimmed ham, a couple spoonsful of beans, a biscuit, and some tomato rind.

Naturally, I have to eat my limited breakfast around cleaning the kitchen up. Once I’m done, I see that Sterling is finished with his breakfast and has returned to his paper, leaving me room to gather up the dishes and finish cleaning everything up. When everything is ready, I turn around and see Sterling standing, his eyes flashing blue.

“Joy, a normal morning would continue by having your man sexually please you before going to work. As time is a consideration, this is most often completed by the woman orally pleasing her man. As we’ll be working on your oral techniques later today, we’ll bypass this sexual activity. Please return to the master suite and prepare yourself for the day.”

Sterling goes still and I’m left to go get myself ready. Eileen only has to urge me on a couple times as I try to take more time than necessary in the shower. That self-relaxing time evidently is better spent learning how to douche both my pussy and my ass. I then take another fifteen minutes applying various lotions and creams that will keep my skin smooth and luxurious. Eileen does, however, approve of the purple paisley print dress with the lace trim and flared sleeves. I match it with some purple boyshort panties and form fitting bandeau bra. I’m a little surprised as while the dress is short, a full three inches above my knees, it doesn’t put hardly any cleavage on display and doesn’t have me wearing stockings. I finish by adding some bangley earrings, a matching bracelet, and some strappy high heeled sandals.

My makeup is a mixture of daytime casual and evening out, and my hair takes forever as I have to use the volumizer and curling wand to give myself a new look. When I’m ‘prepared for my day’ I head back to the kitchen and see that Sterling hasn’t moved at all. His eyes flash blue again as he turns and looks over me.

I take his inspection time to set my goals for the day. “Sterling, I need to go out and find a job. I’ve been interested in working at the library and wanted to head over there today.”

Sterling’s answer is immediate and disappointing, “No. While we can continue most of your lessons while you are working, you still need to work on socialization and home care tasks. You are not yet prepared to gain employment and enjoy the benefits thereof. Your dress, makeup, and hairstyle are appropriate for a normal day at home while your man is at work. While you would normally start your after-breakfast day with cleaning and home maintenance, we will first attend to your intimate training. Please follow me.”

I close my eyes and turn my frustration inward, knowing full well that ‘acting out’ toward Sterling won’t get me anywhere. I decide to try a different tract, remembering Sterling saying he’d defer to other real men. “Mr. Barron, I’m just doing as Mr. Devereux wanted me to do. He said I was expected to take on a job, both for income and socialization.”

Sterling again answers quickly, not only shooting down that attempt but making my situation feel more dire, “Joy, as an educational tool I am in constant contact with your social worker. That is why he didn’t stop by and check on you yesterday. He will continue to monitor your educational progress and approves any advancement in your activities like seeking employment. If he sees that you are not progressing at all and are needing more discipline than a brat should, he will submit you for further help.”

Those last few words strike a chord within me. Having to keep the robot boyfriend happy is one thing, and learning that he’s reporting this all to Mr. Devereux fits… but further help? “What do you mean by further help? Would that be another robot or something?”

Sterling’s deadpan monotone voice makes his description sound all that much worse. “No, further help would include medical, pharmacological, and psychological help. It may even include time in an intensive care facility. Should we continue with your intimate training?”

DAMN IT!

I’m once again faced with the choice of going along or being put into a facility that will more forcibly make me be one of this society’s submissive sex starved women. This time though, I’m being directly threatened with being ****.

My shoulders sag as I defeatedly mutter “Yeah, lets get to the intimate training.”

Sterling leads me to the living room and has me wait while he sets up my first training. I shift my weight from foot to foot as each thing he sets up gets me more and more distressed. The first thing he does is pull a self-lit mirror and attaches it to the wall. The oval mirror is two feet tall by one foot wide and is mounted to the wall at waist height. Once the mirror is set up, he drops a folded-up comforter on the floor in front of it. The pièce de resistance though is the very realistic looking nine-inch dildo that he suction-cups to the mirror.

With everything ready, and me dreading what’s coming, Sterling turns to me and says, “Please disrobe down to your jewelry, heels, and panties. Semi-nudity will assist in your mental acclimation.”

Slipping out of my dress and bra I fold them up and lay them across the back of the couch. I don’t need to see where Sterling is pointing when I hear him say “Kneel there” behind me.

Moving over to the comforter, I kneel down onto it with the dildo now right in front of my face. I’m not sure if this makes it better or not, but I see my reflection in the mirror in front of me. While my masculinity has been assaulted on a nearly daily basis since coming to this future time, I still have the self-image of a man in my head. I recognize that this beautiful, sexy, girl looking back at me is ‘me’ but I still feel a stirring in my panties at the image. Her pouty full lips, her meticulously applied sexy makeup, her look of ****, submissive, compliance. It all strikes me as very arousing.

I hear Sterling shifting about behind me and when he comes to stand next to me, I see in the mirror that he’s removed all of his clothes. As he cups the back of my head, he says in his monotone mentoring voice “Joy, your ultimate goal is to take this entire length into your mouth and hold it there comfortably with minimal gagging. As you demonstrated yesterday, you have a strong gag reflex and are naturally inclined to pull away. Therefore, this will take some time. For now, we’re simply going to focus on you accepting the head of the dildo into your throat, holding it for several seconds and backing away. You’ll be rewarded for each successful pass. There will be no punishment for failed attempts.”

I shift uncomfortably on my knees, thinking to myself that watching my reflection gagging hard on a dildo will be punishment in and of itself. Leaning forward I follow Sterling’s instructions to lick the entire dildo to moisten it and make it easier for my lips to slide up and down. Thankfully there’s nothing overtly sexual or intimate about this. Unlike yesterday, Sterling doesn’t guide me into keeping eye contact, moaning, flicking my tongue around in a visually pleasing way, kissing the dildo, or puffing out my lips in a sexy way. But even without the overt and over the top sexual gestures being absent, I’m still in the unenviable position of watching this sexy woman lick and moisten a nine-inch dildo. Up close. Personal.

Once the dildo is wet, Sterling has me wrap my lips around it and places his hand on the back of my head. He tells me that he’ll prevent me from pulling off of the toy but will let me pull back to this ‘starting position’ as much as I need to. Then without any further preamble, he slowly starts pushing me down onto the dildo.

I’m so fascinated by the vision of this sexy girl taking a cock into her mouth that I don’t realize how deep I’m going until I feel it tap against the back of my mouth. Like yesterday, I immediately gag and pull back, my hands flashing up to press against the wall. True to his word, Sterling doesn’t prevent me from pulling almost all the way off of the toy. He gives me a moment to catch my breath before pushing me down again. And once more, I’m **** to watch this sexy girl take the fake cock into her mouth.

It takes five attempts before I can let the tip of the dildo slip into my throat. It wasn’t the full head though, so there was no reward. Three attempts later, and I feel the ridge of the head slide in. As I wait for my gorge to rise again, I feel both the learning aide’s satisfying buzz as well as Eileen’s dump of dopamine through my system. Together they let me hold that position for almost three seconds before sliding off of it. Sterling lets me slide almost all the way off, rest for a moment, and then smoothly starts pushing me down again.

Down and up. In and out. Deeper and shallower. Sterling keeps me moving on that damnable dildo for hours. I try to keep my hands on my knees but panic almost every time and push my hands up against the wall whether I successfully take it into my throat or not. Each successful time I get rewarded and let out a meek little moan of appreciation, hating myself for doing so but being so damned turned on by hearing the woman in the mirror do it.

Finally, when I feel my back is going to snap, my knees are going to fall off, my thighs are going to cramp up, and my throat is going to never allow me to speak clearly again, Sterling guides me back far enough that my mouth pops free of the dildo. My jaw has been **** open by the toy for so long that I can’t quite close it.

Sterling’s hand remains on the back of my head, clearly indicating he doesn’t want me to move out of this position even as he removes the suction-cupped dildo from the mirror. I then understand his intent as he steps in front of me, his cock hard and pointing right at my mouth, and says “Continue, but incorporate yesterday’s oral lessons as well.”