The learning aide works insidiously well

The learning aide buried in my rear started its work on my first step away from Sterling. Its mere presence made my stride different. In the five steps between the bed and the vanity, my hips started swaying wildly.

When I sit down, I let out a soft groan as I hadn’t expected to feel the aide so forcefully push into me. My eyes close as I try to come to terms, but I’m interrupted by a voice coming from in front of me. From the mirror?

Opening my eyes I see a woman staring back at me. I do a double take over my shoulder to make sure there isn’t really a woman standing there. Only when I see the empty room behind me do I return to look at her. She smiles and giggles, saying in a soft tone, “Don’t you worry hun, I’m your virtual lesson on cosmetics. I’m just projected here on your mirror to give you a vision of what you’ll be doing. Are you ready to start?”

I wait for several long seconds while the woman in the mirror just continues to look at me. She even blinks several times. Finally, wondering if it could be this sophisticated, I nod and indicate I’m ready. Her response is smooth and natural. “Good! Let’s go over the basics. You can call me Betty. In these first few lessons I’ll be showing you the proper way to not only apply cosmetics to your beautiful face, but to select the look that will be appropriate for your activity. From cleaning up around the house, to taking the kids to a play date, to going to the supermarket, to having a date night with that special man in your life. By the time we’re done, you’ll be beautiful from sunrise to well past sunset.”

I see her image pause for just a moment and it relaxes me, as I recognize it as a sign of various pre-recorded videos being stitched together. When she continues, it’s in the same happy go lucky tone. “I see you have a learning aide inserted. That’s great dear as its physical reminders will really help your lessons sink in. When you do something well, I’ll give you a little buzz like this.”

The woman on the screen gives me a playful wink as I feel the aide buzz inside of me. While it’s not painful or all that bad, it’s certainly not something I’d associate with pleasure and wonder if this whole lesson plan will fail because of my failure to respond to the aide.

“Now, if you do something that’s not quite right, I’ll give you a little shock like this.”

Betty’s eyebrows furrow and she looks angry for just a second before the aide gives me a surprising shock. I have to reach out and grip the vanity’s top to stop myself from jumping out of the chair. As quickly as she looked angry, Betty’s face returns to her infectious smile. “Those are the standard settings. There are also reward and punishment settings, but we’ll save those for later.”

Betty’s mouth opens up and she begins to say something, but her video pauses and the sound echoes for a couple seconds. When it fixes itself, she resets and smiles anew at me. “I’ve noticed you have a secondary aide installed. A subdermal neurological enhancer. Would you like to add that to these lessons for an even more enjoyable and amplified experience?”

I stiffen up, realizing the program must have noticed my Eileen. Leaning into the mirror I hiss out quietly but urgently “NO! No, don’t use that. In fact, ignore that it’s even there!”

Betty laughs openly, as if I just made a joke. “Oh Joy, that’s funny! No, I’m not talking to you deary, I’m talking to the man who set up your lessons.” Her voice gets a little louder as she calls out, “Sterling? Would you like me to include Joy’s subdermal neurological enhancer in addition to her inserted learning aide for maximizing her enjoyment and learning experience?”

I don’t even have time to turn around as Sterling’s answer comes from right behind me. “Yes. Use every tool to have my girl learn as quickly and as entertainingly as possible.” I shiver as Sterling’s hand cups the back of my neck and I feel his index finger rub over Eileen’s pip behind my ear.

After kissing me on the temple, Sterling heads back to his work and Betty continues. “Connecting to neurologic enhancer. One moment please.”

I see Eileen display in front of me a window with programing code flying by. When it stops I have only a moment to see what it says, but it chills my heart and seems to freeze time. In large red text Eileen displays “Temporary command functions transferred to cosmetics learning program. Permanent command functions transferred to head of household.”

Head of household. She means Sterling.

Betty’s paused face returns to its normal animated happy affect and she continues. “Okay dear, your neurological enhancer will also be utilized for punishment and reward in addition to reminders of doing well or not well. Those will be more general senses of pleasure and dis-pleasure. Let’s begin with facial cleaning!”

For the next several hours ‘Betty’ teaches me all there is to know about cosmetics in Mishigami. I learn all there is to know about basic skin care and have to mentally add about 15 minutes to my morning and evening routines just for that. I learn about primers, concealers, foundation, rouge, bronzers, highlighters, eyebrow pencils creams waxes gels and powders, eyeshadow powders creams and liquids, eyeliners, false eyelashes, mascara, lipstick, lip gloss, lip liner, and lip balms. I learn about the variations of each, how each will work with my own skin tone and with other cosmetics choices I make, and even the basics of matching my cosmetics to my other style choices like clothing. I learn how to apply each of these items individually and in concert with a full facial style. All told, I must have cleaned off my face and applied different cosmetics to it closet to 100 times. I lost count around 60.

If I were taught these things normally, I might have gotten a basic understanding after a dozen hours of study and practice. I’d probably have a good working technique of applying them after another dozen hours and wouldn’t really be good at it for another hundred hours or so. But the insidious, manipulative, and heartless methods utilized by ‘Betty’ had me at near expert level by the time the sun began setting. The learning aid was used any time I was introduced to a new topic as I had to repeat it. I hated being rewarded with that buzz in my rear, but being shocked for incorrect recitation was far far worse. After only two shocks, Betty had my full attention unlike what I’d given since grad school. Each attempt at applying each cosmetic was equally rewarded and punished. When I failed at a task several times in a row, the shocks got progressively worse. I got shocked bad enough while learning how to blend in my foundation that I screamed out loud and Betty had to give me a rest period. And when I was failing to properly apply some winged eyeliner, the shock was so intense and lasted so long that I fell to the floor and feared my heart might be affected.

As such, I began to crave the rewarding buzz. And as I feared, I was now associating having something vibrate in my rear with goodness. When I got my ‘evening glam party’ makeup look right on the first try, the damned plug vibrated so intensely and for so long that I honestly thought I was approaching an orgasm.

But as **** as the learning aide was, it was still less than half of my success at learning. Most of the work came instead from Eileen. Even thinking about it, it sounds so subtle and ineffectual as all Eileen did was make me feel good with any success and bad with any failure. But the good was SO good. I felt good in my erogenous zones…. my pussy, my nipples, my lips. I felt good in my legs and my arms. I felt good in my eyes and my ears. I even felt a deep mental sense of goodness and success, all through Eileen’s manipulations. And the bad feelings were just as intense. I felt low achy pain in my gut, my muscles, and my joints. I even felt nauseous and got a headache just by not doing the tasks well enough.

Combined, the learning aide’s physical enhancements and Eileen’s neurological enhancements, made learning what Betty was teaching beyond easy. It was mandatory. Even now, as I clean up my station and mentally go over what I’ve learned, I know I could teach Catty how to work her cosmetics better. How to better enhance and match her skin tone, how to look more appealing or more natural or more sexy.

Frighteningly, Betty declared that there were many more lessons for me. While I was being **** to learn more about beauty that professional cosmetologists did in my own time, Sterling had set up his charging station, cleaned up the area, and went outside to ‘do some lawn work’. When he came back in five minutes ago and saw my perfectly applied evening makeup, he gave me a kiss to the cheek and reminded me that guests were coming over for dinner and that I needed to start preparing it. The Betty program closed out and set a reminder for my next lesson tomorrow.

Once I have everything put away, I start to head toward the kitchen. I know I should be upset, but after the physical toll I’ve gone through today with my mechanical boyfriend and now the mental toll I’ve gone through with my digital teacher, I’m just happy to be free of either’s reach. I can simply focus on making dinner.

I only get three steps out of the bedroom before I feel the ‘bad’ feeling coming back. A mild headache, my elbows and knees aching, and worst of all a sick stomach feeling like I might throw up. Just before I can call out and ask what is going on, Eileen puts up a display in my vision. “You are not appropriately dressed or made up for guests. Please return to your room and make yourself ready.”

I close my eyes and let out a long sigh before turning around and returning to my bedroom. As soon as I cross the threshold, the ‘bad’ feelings go away. When I open my closet and start to finger through the dresses there, I feel the ‘good’ feelings start up and then grow. When my hand touches the right dress, I know it’s the one as the ‘good’ feelings spike and the learning aide buzzes pleasurably in my rear for a moment.

Looking through the closet door I see the vanity and notice that Betty isn’t in the reflection. Hesitantly, afraid I might know the answer, I ask aloud, “Betty? Are you helping me pick out clothes?”

When there’s no answer I try again, “Mr. Barron? Are you helping me?”

Silence answers me again. I finally close my eyes and ask internally “Eileen, why are you helping me pick out clothes?”

Eileen’s voice has always been positive, but it sounds outright sweet now. “Joy, I’m under the direction of the head of household. Basic research has shown this is an artificial intelligence programed to teach you how to fit into Mishigami society and culture. Extrapolating from that, I’ve noticed you were not appropriately dressed for dinner guests and likely sexual activities later. As my ultimate goal is to help you, and I am now under the direction of an AI that’s designed to help you integrate into society, I will use the AI’s information to help integrate you faster. You should change quickly as there is not much time to change, apply appropriate makeup, and make a dinner that will satisfy the head of your household before your guests arrive. Please adorn the selected dress and appropriate hosiery and lingerie.”

Pulling the dress off the hanger I silently curse my situation. It was bad enough that I had to fit into this society at all. Getting a robot that would be with me all day at home and was forcing me to learn how to please a man and act like the wanton sexual women here, was much worse. But now having Eileen do the same thing? And having her innate ability to make me feel good and bad as a tool? I am monumentally screwed until I either figure a way out of this situation or we gather the information we need and escape back to our own reality.

Eileen was there to make sure I got dressed and put on my makeup appropriately. Looking at myself in the mirror, I’m ashamed to say that she’s done a magnificent job. The dress’s sweetheart halter-style bodice with its plunging neckline left my arms and chest completely bare and barely covered my breast at all, leaving quite a bit of cleavage spilling over the edge. My waist was tightened in further with the sewn in corset and was shown off with the white satin ribbon bow with tails that went halfway down the skirt’s length. Which was longer bow tails than I’d seen before, but not too long as the skirt didn’t even go down to my knees as it flared out.

Underneath the dress the strapless low-back longline bra kept my breasts presented like they were on a platter all while staying hidden under the backless halter top dress. I’m not sure why the highwaist thong panties were right for this look as the skirts flare wouldn’t show any panty lines anyway, but they looked good with the matching garter belt and attached dot pattern stockings. I’d never understood the look of black dots on black stockings but have to admit that it matches up with the polka dot bodice of this dress. Paired with the leather ankle buckle strappy heels, the black hair bow, and the hoop earrings, made me look like I was ready to go to some 50’s swing dance party.

More than the dress though, the makeup had me worried. Betty made sure I knew what the different styles were. I knew what ‘around the house’ makeup was. I knew what ‘party makeup’ was, and I knew what ‘glam makeup’ was. This wasn’t any of those. With its bright red glossy lipstick, thick fake lashes, high arched eyebrows, and winged eyeliner, this was pure ‘sex makeup’.

The long low buzz of my learning aide, along with Eileen making me feel like a dozen hands were caressing my nude body, told me that this was ‘good’. When it stopped and I saw Eileen's message to head to the kitchen, I did as she said, fearing what the night would bring but not seeing any way out of it.