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Trembling, I did as he asked, reaching back to part my bottom. The feeling, already too familiar, of air moving over my most private place made me acutely aware once again of the power my elder had over my body.

I heard Devin’s steady breath, felt it move mortifyingly over the sensitive flesh he had made me display. “Very nice,” he murmured, his finger tracing the cleft of my bottom. “You did a fine job. You’re nice and smooth just the way a girl should be.”

As Devin’s finger ghosted over my puckered opening, I couldn’t suppress a whimper. To my horror, I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs, my body responding to his touch despite my embarrassment.

“My, my,” Devin said, a note of amusement in his voice. “Getting a bit excited, are we?”

I straightened up, turning to face him with my eyes downcast. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered, mortified.

“No need to apologize, Andrea,” Devin said, his tone softening. “It’s perfectly natural. In fact, I’m pleased to see you’re so responsive. It shows you’re learning to submit.”

His words sent another wave of confused need through me. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the slickness between my thighs.

“However,” Devin continued, his voice taking on a warning edge, “remember that you are not to touch yourself without permission. Your pleasure belongs to us now, Andrea. Do you understand?”

I nodded mutely, even as I felt an overwhelming urge to press my thighs together, to seek some relief from the aching need building within me.

“Use your words, girl,” Devin admonished.

“Yes, sir,” I managed to choke out. “I understand.”

CHAPTER 14

Dylan

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 Ihad 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 hadordered 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.

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