Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
D ylan
I didn’t make it over to dinner at Devin’s at all, the week after Andrea’s spanking. Things at the robofarm had gotten crazy busy with all the adjustments the new equipment required. I didn’t really have time to think about my boss’ new housemaid.
Getting the configuration exactly right on the combine would improve yields by ten percent or even more over the default setup. In turn, thanks to Devin’s profit-sharing plan, that could well set me up for a good long while—and potentially give me a line on buying my own farm, where I could program my own agricultural devices to my heart’s content.
I definitely thought of Andrea from time to time, mainly when I power-cycled the combine and had to let it boot up for a few minutes before I could run the next test. I couldn’t deny that I often wondered what it would be like to start my own household with her. The way she had lit up, to my pleased surprise, when I had told her about the robofarm, stuck with me as a warmth in my chest every time I thought about her.
I tried not to open the New Modesty app on my phone too often, even at those brief down times when I didn’t have any real work to do. The distraction of Andrea’s story, as composed by the app’s AI agent, just seemed likely to make me less productive—while only making me think about pleasures I couldn’t have, at least at the moment.
Trying not to open the app and actually not opening it were very different things, though. When I finally got home to my little house a mile down the road from Devin’s big one, I couldn’t keep myself from grabbing my phone after I’d collapsed into my bed.
Andrea had a good day today , the app told me when I tapped her sweet profile photo. Her story was the only one available to me now that Hank had become Lydia’s accepted suitor. Lydia’s stories were for Hank alone at this point, as Lila’s were for Bill. Ethan, Travis, and I could all read Andrea’s. She did her chores, and earned some praise from Greta. Andrea’s arousal level started high, at waking, and remained high most of the day, presumably thanks to her training underwear.
I had to admit to myself that the thought of the training underwear, and the effect it had on the beautiful, curvy girl, made me so hard that I would probably have jerked off every night if I hadn’t been so tired. The idea of Andrea’s sweet body simmering with her virgin pussy’s need filled my mind as I drifted off. I never remembered my dreams, but that week I awoke every morning sure that I’d fucked Andrea in my sleep—tenderly at first, as I opened her on my rigid cock, and then very hard as I taught her the lesson in submission she so clearly yearned for and so desperately needed.
Then came the night when the story said, Andrea went out on her first date this evening, with Ethan Carter. Further information isn’t available.
Of course not, because the New Modesty Authority wanted to keep the inevitable rivalry among the associates who courted a household’s subservient girls to a minimum.
Well , I told myself, either that’s that or it’s not. I tried not to build myself up, generally. As I remembered Andrea’s conduct that first night, though, and the way her eyes had seemed to linger on mine, I felt as if that probably wasn’t that—sure, Ethan was basically a good guy, but I couldn’t help believing I had what Andrea Jacobsen needed.
Sure enough, around noon the next day, I got a message from Devin.
Interested in a date with Andrea tomorrow night?
Andrea
As I did my chores, the day after my date with Ethan, I couldn’t keep myself from dwelling on all the complicated thoughts, and emotions, and bodily sensations that had befallen me the previous night.
Mopping the kitchen floor, I remembered arriving at what Lila had told me was the cheaper of the two restaurants in town, the Burger Barn. The vinyl booths had squeaked as we slid in, the fluorescent lighting harsh overhead. I recalled how Ethan had ordered for both of us without asking what I wanted—greasy cheeseburgers and fries that left me feeling slightly nauseous.
Dusting the mantelpiece, trying not to look at the awful strap hanging down from it, I thought about how Ethan couldn’t seem to talk about anything but himself. He had droned on about his job at the feed store, his workout routine, his plans to buy a new truck. My attempts to steer the conversation elsewhere had been quickly redirected back to Ethan’s favorite subject—Ethan.
I thought on the other hand, as I straightened the couch cushions, about how handsome Ethan was, with his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders. But I didn’t think he was as handsome as Dylan—not by a long shot. I blushed as I thought of Dylan, remembering his kind eyes and easy smile. The way he had actually listened when I spoke, seeming genuinely interested in my thoughts and experiences.
My cheeks grew even hotter, and I stopped in the middle of cleaning the downstairs toilet, as I recalled the ‘climax’ of the evening: how Ethan had taken me upstairs to my bedroom after the date. How he had asked Devin, casually, “Can I take her upstairs?” How Devin had said, “Sure thing. Enjoy yourself.”
Ethan had kissed me roughly as soon as we had gotten into the little room, his stubble scratching my skin. His hands had roamed possessively over my body as he backed me toward my bed. Then they had found my shoulders, and put pressure there, to tell me where my task lay.
My whole body went hot, there in the bathroom, as I remembered it. How to my mortification, I had, again, enjoyed my shameful kneeling service. How being made to suck Ethan’s cock—despite not really liking him very much as a person, not even as much as I had liked Carlos—had gotten me wet. How I had clenched, down there, inside my training panties at the way he had gripped my hair, guiding my movements as I took him into my mouth.
I shivered, forcing myself to move on to the upstairs bathroom, but the memories kept replaying themselves. Ethan had taken off my dress, and then my training bra. He had played roughly with my breasts. His callused fingers had pinched and twisted my nipples until I gasped. To my shame, it had turned me on intensely, my pussy growing so wet and needy that I could feel how visible a wet spot I had made on the front of the humiliating training panties.
As I scrubbed the tile, I remembered how I had thought not of the rigid penis in my mouth, but of another I had sucked—of Dylan’s long, thick manhood. Worst of all, I remembered how the thought had made it so difficult not to put my hand in my training panties and play with my pussy. I had imagined it was Dylan’s gentle hands caressing me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
In my mind, it had been Dylan’s cock filling my mouth, Dylan’s low groans of pleasure echoing in my ears. When Ethan had held himself in with a growl, and his penis had spasmed in my mouth and I had been made to swallow his hot seed… Dylan had done all those things, in my imagination.
Even then, there in the bathroom, I couldn’t help it: I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the telltale warmth building between my legs. I tried to focus on the mop and the bucket, to banish the lustful thoughts. But my traitorous body continued to react, my nipples hardening against the clinging fabric of the training bra. I yearned to touch myself, to find some relief from the aching need. But the thought of the strap forbade it.
Just then, Devin’s deep voice cut through my reverie, calling me into his office. My heart began to race as I went to stand on the rug with my hands on my head, wondering what my elder had in store for me today.
My heart pounded as I waited in the embarrassing posture, with Devin’s blue eyes studying me intently, making me feel exposed despite being fully clothed. The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, reflecting off the polished wood of his desk.
“Andrea,” Devin began, his deep voice resonating in the quiet office, “I’ve been reviewing the data from your date with Ethan last night.”
My cheeks flushed hot at his words. I had almost forgotten about the sensors in my training underwear, constantly monitoring my body’s reactions. The thought of Devin analyzing that intimate data made me squirm with embarrassment.
“It seems,” he continued, leaning back in his leather chair, “that Ethan may not be the most appropriate suitor for you.”
I blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. Part of me felt relieved—I hadn’t particularly enjoyed Ethan’s company. But another part worried what this might mean for my future here.
Devin’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Now, don’t look so concerned. You’re not in any trouble. In fact, I’m quite pleased with how you conducted yourself.”
He stood, moving around the desk to stand before me. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, acutely aware of our height difference and the power he held over me.
“You see, Andrea,” Devin said, his voice taking on a tone of approval that sent an unexpected thrill through me, “the data shows that while you weren’t particularly aroused by Ethan’s presence or conversation, your body responded quite eagerly when he took you upstairs.”
My face burned even hotter, and I dropped my gaze to the floor. I could feel the heat of my blush spreading down my neck and across my chest.
Devin chuckled softly. “There’s no need to be ashamed, my dear. In fact, I’m quite proud of you for submitting so beautifully despite your lack of attraction.”
His words sent a seething mess of humiliation and pride coursing through me. I shouldn’t feel good about this, I told myself. And yet… a small part of me basked in Devin’s approval.
“Your training underwear recorded every reaction,” Devin continued, his voice low and intimate. “The way your pulse quickened when Ethan kissed you. How your nipples hardened when he played with your breasts.”
I whimpered softly, mortified by the detailed information Devin had access to. Yet I couldn’t deny the warmth building between my thighs even now as he spoke.
“And of course,” he added, a hint of amusement in his tone, “the sensors picked up on how wet you became while pleasuring Ethan with your mouth.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. But Devin continued.
Devin’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, his touch both comforting and unsettling. “Ethan’s report on the date was quite positive,” he said, his voice taking on a more businesslike tone. “He noted that you’re a beautiful young woman, Andrea. He’s particularly impressed with your breasts, as you might expect.”
I felt my face flame even hotter at his words. The memory of Ethan’s rough hands on my chest made me squirm, a familiar but always confusing interlacing of shame and arousal coursing through me.
“He also mentioned,” Devin continued, his blue eyes fixed intently on my face, “that you’re learning quickly to give good head. His exact words were, ‘That little slut’s got a natural talent for sucking cock.’”
A small, strangled sound escaped my lips at hearing those crude words from Devin’s mouth. I wanted to sink through the floor, utterly mortified. Yet I couldn’t deny the way my pussy clenched at the praise, however crudely delivered.
“Now,” Devin said, moving back to lean against his desk, “Ethan has expressed interest in a second date with you.”
My heart sank at his words. The thought of enduring another evening of Ethan’s self-centered conversation, followed by his rough handling of my body—as arousing as some part of me had found it—filled me with dread. I opened my mouth to protest, but Devin held up a hand, silencing me.
“However,” he continued, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, “I’ve decided that won’t be necessary.”
I blinked in surprise, hardly daring to hope. Devin’s smile widened as he took in my expression.
“You see, Andrea,” he said, his voice warm with approval, “while your puss responded beautifully to Ethan’s attentions, it’s clear your mind wasn’t engaged. And here in this household, we believe in nurturing both the body and the spirit of our young women.”
He paused, letting his words sink in. I felt a surge of gratitude toward this man who, despite his stern demeanor and the humiliating situations he put me in, seemed to genuinely care about my well-being.
“So,” Devin continued, “I’ve taken the liberty of arranging a different date for you.”
My breath caught in my throat. Could it be…?
“Tomorrow evening,” Devin said, his eyes twinkling with amusement at my obvious anticipation, “you’ll be going out with Dylan.”
A wave of joy washed over me, so intense it made me dizzy. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, my heart racing with excitement. Dylan. Sweet, handsome Dylan, with his kind eyes and gentle touch. The man who had occupied my thoughts even as Ethan used my body.
“Thank you, sir,” I breathed, my voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you so much.”