Meatloaf and a conversation with Atticus

As Sterling talks with Atticus and starts undoing his pants I struggle for a moment, trying to work a way out of this. It’s only when I realize just how quickly things are progressing do I realize that the fastest way is through. While pulling my panties down, flipping my dress up, and bending over the back of the couch, I hate myself a little more for just how ‘everyday’ this has become. I imagine that’s one of the points of this culture, as even Sterling’s side of the conversation wouldn’t give anybody any hint that he’s saying all this while getting ready to fuck. “Oh, it’s been a good day. Yes, she’s worked on cleaning the house, done the laundry, and is already planning dinner without being prompted. Indeed, she is becoming the perfect little housewife. Yes, that’s why I called. You and Catty were planning on visiting today, right? Good. How about you come over for dinner?”

I clamp a hand over my mouth as Sterling starts rubbing his cock over my pussy. I immediately start getting wet as he knows exactly how to ramp up my arousal and I don’t want Atticus to hear my moan through the telephony device. When Sterling lines up and thrusts into me I let out a louder moan, both hands coming up to cover my mouth. Meanwhile Sterling continues his conversation with nary a grunt or groan of pleasure, “That’s wonderful! No, Joy is happy to make dinner and just needed to know how much to make. Are you sure? Well, I’m sure Joy will love the company and we can discuss your transition while the girls cook. Sounds good friend, Joy will be ready to have Catty over by the time she gets here. I’ll see you tonight.”

I’m fairly sure Atticus would have heard the sound of Sterling’s thighs slapping against my upturned ass at the end of his conversation. I still heard what they were talking about while my mind went crazy with manufactured lust… Catty will be helping me make dinner and will be over soon!

I abandon any hope of getting this done without completely debasing myself and focus on getting done before my colleague comes in to see me getting fucked by this machine. It seems like every time I have sex, I have to push some part of my old self away. Previous to this ‘over the couch’ fucking, I’d struggled against my own pleasures. I knew they were inevitable, but I still pushed against them, not wanting to experience the female perspective of sex. But now, I open myself up to it, embrace it, welcome it. I open my legs a little wider as I start pushing back against Sterling’s pounding. I let go of my mouth, hearing my own moans and cries of pleasure, as my hands find my hanging, swinging, breasts and I start to add my own manipulations in order to increase my pleasure. I’m more than a little frustrated that the damned learning aide is sitting there silent. It does give me a nice happy full feeling back there as Sterling repeatedly bounces against me, but it’s buzzing would be appreciated and would help me climax faster.

I feel one of Sterling’s hands grip my thin waist, pinning me against the couch as he takes up the slack and pushes into me even harder. His voice is proud behind and above me, “That’s my good girl! Give in to it, feel it, enjoy it!”

It occurs to me that even now, while being fucked, I’m being educated on this culture. I’ve been taught and have seen that it’s a man’s responsibility to please his woman and it’s seen as a slight against a man when a woman works to please herself. So naturally, Sterling would hold me still and fuck me harder when he feels me actively joining in the activity. Even my stimulation of my own breasts doesn’t go un-noticed as Sterling gathers up my arms behind me, gripping my forearms in his one big paw and using them to pull my torso up.

As he continues to fuck me and pull my body up, only my hips are touching the couch and I see that we’re directly facing the door. Did he plan this? I see a shadow crossing the lawn and realize Catty could be coming in at any time. I feel a well of shame burble up within me as she’s not only going to personally witness me getting fucked by my mechanical boyfriend, she’s going to see me lost in the ecstasy of it. Not wanting to see her look, I bow my head down and stare at the couch cushions.

Sterling isn’t even going to afford me that bit of privacy though. As I hear a knock at the door, difficult to hear over the sounds of our coupling, Sterling’s grunts, and my own cries, I feel Sterling gather up some of my hair. With a jerk he pulls my head up so that I’m again looking directly at the door. He transfers my hair to his hand holding my arms and only when he returns his hand to my waist, does he call out “Come in Catty, the door is open!”

The timing was either perfect or terrible, depending on how you looked at it. My orgasm was already on the brink before Sterling pulled on my hair, so when Catty opened the door and stepped in, the sunlight flooding the room and highlighting Sterling and I, she got to see me crash over the edge. I saw her freeze in the middle of the doorframe, her eyes flashing wide, as I screamed and cried out in ecstasy. Sterling lived up to his word for some ‘quick sex’ as he joined me in a combined orgasm, pushing hard into me as he too cried out while crushing me against the couch.

I couldn’t even look away as I rode the waves of orgasm, feeling Sterling’s cock pulse and fill me with his seed. Evidently, we made an enticing scene as Catty couldn’t take her eyes away either. If my face wasn’t already impeccably made up with cosmetics, if my cheeks weren’t already colored with arousal, I’m sure they’d blush a deep red from shame.

When I finally feel my body go limp Sterling steps back and pulls me up to stand against his body, letting go of my hair, arms, and hip so that he could hold me around the waist and turn my face in order to kiss me deeply. As my head nodded in embarrassment, feeling like I was being held on display for Catty to see, I hear Sterling say satisfactorily “Good afternoon Catalina. I was just helping Joy here as she’s had a day without pleasure yet.”

Remembering my lessons, I take a deep breath and step away from Sterling. I still can’t look up and meet Catty’s gaze as I excuse myself quietly so I can get cleaned up. While stepping toward the bathroom and pulling up my panties I hear Catty and Sterling continuing to chat.

I can barely look in the mirror enough to touch up my makeup. Catty… Dr. Rodriguez… just got to see me as a woman getting screwed, having a female orgasm. How is she ever going to see me as a man again? These cultures are slowly chipping away my sense of masculinity, but now it’s even chipping away at my colleagues’ sense of my masculinity. I need to get my body back!

And it’s not like I can even pretend that it didn’t feel amazing. That having sex as a woman with men focused on pleasuring me is better than any sex I ever had as a man.

When I’m cleaned up with a new pair of panties on, I put on a fake smile and step back into the living room. Sterling is sitting in his ‘command chair’ while Catty stands next to him. I can’t help but notice Sterling has one of his Manhattans in hand while Catty is holding a serving tray. Did he have HER make HIM a drink? Is this culture so messed up that a female guest still waits on a male member of the household?

Sterling looks over to me and nods before saying, “Good. I won’t keep you two any longer and will just enjoy the paper. Let me know if I can help with dinner and don’t worry about Atticus, I’ll let him in when he gets here!”

With the way everything works here I almost feel like I should dip into a curtsy for him, but I hold that feeling and instead walk Catty into the kitchen. Eileen immediately puts a list up before my eyes and even has it split for two workers. I see that she’s planning on a classic meatloaf, mashed potatoes, a green bean casserole, and a side salad and home made ranch dressing. Ignoring Eileens list I turn to Catty, feeling I need to catch her up on things that might impact our conversation, “Catty, before we do or talk about anything, I have to tell you that I’m kind of screwed here. Somehow that robot trainer teacher thing in the living room has gained access to my Eileen. Eileen has put up guards to what I say and what I do, rewarding me for being a “good girl” and punishing me for being bad. I can practically guarantee that even with or without you helping, I’m going to be working non-stop until Atticus gets here. I’ll have to play as the perfect hostess, serve dinner, and then clean up, all without eating anything myself. And you know what the Eileen can do as she’s hooked up to my central nervous system. If she wants me to feel bad, I just feel bad. I can’t deny her. And on top of that, as if I’d need anything more than that, the robot has… has…” I feel the blush coloring my cheeks again, forgetting just how hard it was going to be to admit to how well I’ve been wrestled and controlled by a computer “…it’s put a butt plug in me that vibrates for good behavior and shocks me for bad behavior. The combination of physical and neurological conditioning is… well, it’s as incredibly as effective as you would imagine. In fact, I’ve waited here long enough without wIIEEEYYOW!!!”

I clench my hands into fists as well as most of the muscles in my body as the learning aide gives me a solid shock for not starting dinner. Eileen’s display in front of my eyes clearly shows a counting down clock and says I need to start prepping the meatloaf. Not wanting another shock, I keep talking to Catty as I start getting the ingredients for the meatloaf out, “So, if I seem to be focused on the dinner and serving Sterling and Atticus, that’s why. Here, why don’t you help by peeling a couple pounds of potatoes while we talk.”

While I work on the meatloaf and Catty peels potatoes, I catch her up on everything that’s happened to me since we last talked. It’s only been a couple days, but that included a night of amazing sex from my neighbor, getting a robot boyfriend, getting spanked by my boyfriend, learning how to give oral sex by my boyfriend, learning how to apply makeup, making a full meal for the neighbors and my boyfriend, having a three-way with my neighbor and my boyfriend, making breakfast for my boyfriend, getting trained on deepthroating, getting training on housekeeping, and finally getting sex from my boyfriend and orgasming in front of my friend and former colleague.

Catty thankfully takes everything like a true friend. She offers no harsh judgements and even offers sympathy and empathy. She tells me that she and Atticus were curious why I hadn’t gone to the library yet, but now understood why.

When we hear Atticus come in, I follow Eileen’s instructions and unsurprisingly head out to greet him and get him a drink. Catty follows but lets me serve Atticus and get Sterling a fresh drink before we excuse ourselves and head back into the kitchen. Catty goes on, telling me about her and Atticus’ time. Just as I’d hoped to avoid everybody, she stayed home the last couple days and learned about her role in this culture. She used her house’s telephony device, but it was very limited. Most of her information came from her neighbor. Where I lived next to Bradley and Kylan, Atticus and Catty lived next to an 80-year-old woman who had four husbands in her time.

Catty admitted that while her education wasn’t as hands on as mine, she’d learned that women serve men here. While it seemed demeaning to both Catty and me, it was considered honorable here both for the men and the women. Men who didn’t **** their pleasures upon women were considered bad for society and they could even be punished. Women who didn’t willingly bow down to serve their men, domestically or sexually, were considered mentally unstable. Even in her eighties, Catty’s neighbor still had regular sexual partners and still regularly helped out the neighborhood children and families.

Like the previous night, I serve dinner to Sterling and our guests. I’m not sure how it works out culturally, but Catty is considered a guest and gets to eat with Sterling and Atticus. When dinner is finished, Catty resumes helping me, and we get everything cleaned up.

When we finally end up in the living room, I wonder how I’m going to set it up so that Atticus, Catty, and I can talk without Sterling overwhelming the conversation or limiting me from speaking honestly. Thankfully, as I sit down in the seat next to Sterling, Atticus speaks up and takes care of it, “Well it’s been a fun night, but I want to speak to my wife and my friend Joy. Sterling, go upstairs and charge yourself. Turn yourself fully off and remove all training programs from Joy. I’ll turn you on and you can resume the training either when I leave or in the morning. Go.”

I’m shocked as without a word Sterling stands up, his eyes blinking blue, and walks into the bedroom. When the door closes behind him, I internally ask Eileen if she’s still enforcing the Mishigami culture on me. Her pleasant voice answers that she will resume enforcement once the head of the household commands her to do so.

It may have only been a couple days, but the weight of our full trip in this time comes off my shoulders. Jumping up I wrap my arms around Atticus’ neck and start crying, thanking him for turning Sterling off.

It ends up taking me about fifteen minutes to calm down. Catty shares what I’ve been through with Atticus while I do. I can’t help but notice he isn’t nearly as sympathetic as Catty was, although he does offer his condolences ‘if it made me feel bad’.

When Atticus is finally caught up and I’ve made us all another cup of coffee, spitefully leaving the percolator in the kitchen dirty, he wraps his arm around Catty’s shoulder and turns to me, “Joy it sounds like we’ve all been through a lot. This society is a lot like ours but has its priorities far more straight than ours ever did. Catty has started to find it easier to get in line with the culture here and I think you would too if you weren’t also dealing with a gender bias. But once you get past that, you’ll find it easy to get into the swing of things.”

I’m not sure if Atticus is quite understanding everything that’s happened to me as it goes far beyond ‘dealing with a gender bias’. I lean forward and get ready to discuss it when I see him hold up a finger toward me, hushing me, as he continues, “We still have our goals. Find out about the disaster, find out about changing you back to your masculine form if you still want to, and then getting back to our time to prevent the disaster. But as women here are expected to be taken care of, and you’ll be the only one that can get the information from the library, we’ll have to adjust our time table.”

I’m not sure what strikes me as odder. The fact that Atticus felt he could just shush me and continue, the fact that I felt compelled to fall silent and let him continue speaking, or the fact that he even mentioned ‘if I still wanted’ to change back to my masculine form. Before I can make up my mind, Atticus continues, “We might be here for another few months.”