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My fingers worked frantically now, pushing the soaked lace aside just enough to find direct contact with my swollen clit. The sounds from the tablet—Ruth’s moans, Abe’s grunts, Debbie’ssoft whimpers from her corner—filled the bedroom as my own climax built with shameful intensity.
“Do you see how she takes it?” Abe asked Debbie conversationally, even as he pounded into his wife. “This is what good wives do. They submit completely to their husband’s needs.”
That did it. My orgasm crashed over me just as Ruth cried out on screen, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure mixed with burning humiliation. I pressed my free hand over my mouth to muffle my scream, my hips bucking against my hand as the intensity of it overwhelmed me completely. The tablet slipped from my other hand, landing on the bed beside me as I rode out the aftershocks, my whole body trembling.
When I finally caught my breath, the video had ended, replaced by the NMB menu screen. My panties were utterly drenched, soaked through with evidence of my shameful response. With shaking hands, I peeled them off, the blue lace clinging to my sensitive flesh. The scent of my arousal filled my nostrils. I bit my lip, considering for a moment, terribly tempted but feeling my face heat to furnace level as I thought about the possibility of Scott watching me do what it had just occurred to me to do.
With a little whimper I gave in. I looked closely at the cotton-lined gusset of the panties, and saw how my need and my self-pleasure had stained them. As if in slow motion, my hands brought them closer and closer to my face, until I could sniff them up close, my cheeks burning like the sun at the smell of my naughtiness, my helpless lust at the sight of poor Debbie’s initiation into the New Modesty.
My breathing had sped up, my heart had begun to race. With a shudder, I fetched one of the zip-lock bags that someone had—atScott’s instruction, of course—left on the nightstand, along with a marker to write on the white space provided. I put the panties inside, closed the seal, and carefully labeled the bag ‘Debbie’s Arrival’ with the date.
I stared at the panties in their transparent container for a moment, this physical proof of my degradation that I would have to hand to Scott on Friday. The thought made fresh heat pool in my pussy despite the orgasm I’d just experienced. I had gotten through the first video, but I had no idea how I could do this tomorrow, and then the day after—and then meet with Scott to go through it all.
On the other hand… as my body began to relax and my memories, shameful though they were, of the video and my reaction to it, began to work their way into my mind, I realized that the next part of my assignment made a new sort of sense to me. Ididhave something to say about what I’d watched.
I practically leaped from the bed, grabbing the silky blue robe from the hook behind the door. The fabric whispered against my bare skin as I tied it loosely around my waist, acutely aware of my nakedness beneath—the bra and garter belt still in place but my pussy and bottom completely exposed under the thin material.
I padded barefoot to the living room where my Selecta-issued laptop waited on the coffee table. The cool air against my exposed flesh made me shiver as I settled onto the sofa, tucking my legs beneath me in an attempt at modesty that felt ridiculous given what I’d just done.
The laptop hummed to life, and I opened a new document, my fingers hovering over the keys. Where did I even begin? Howdid I articulate the complex mixture of arousal and critique that swirled through my mind?
CHAPTER 10
Scott
I sat at my desk the next morning, sipping coffee as I opened Grace’s report titledVideo Analysis: Debbie’s Arrival.From the first page I couldn’t help but admire the girl’s ability to maintain a professional tone despite the content that I knew she found so unsettling. Assessment’s analysis of Grace’s needs, included prominently in her dossier, indicated clearly that the sweet young woman, so disappointed by her worthless ex-husband, would have to confront her submissive nature in a way she strangely enough hadn’t yet had to do.
The parts of her experience with NMB that had fulfilled Grace in ways she couldn’t yet admit had become confused with Jacob Whitcomb’s failure to accept his marital responsibilities. When I had developed my plan for her training as a member of my programming team, my friend Van Gregory in Assessment had called it unorthodox, but had praised my idea’s ingenuity, and approved my moving forward with Grace’s re-education.
This report seemed to confirm the wisdom of my approach. Grace’s initial observations about the video caught my attention immediately: she noted that the production quality exceeded expectations, with the suburban setting convincingly creating a wholesome facade that contrasted with the corruption narrative. Then she very cannily suggested enhancements to boost viewer engagement. Grace’s insights were sharp, and I imagined her fingers flying over the keyboard as she articulated her thoughts.
The pacing during the initial inspection scene moves too quickly to build proper anticipation, she wrote.When Abe conducts the ‘purity check,’ the camera should linger longer on Debbie’s face, capturing each micro-expression as she processes the violation. The audience needs to see her internal struggle—the war between her training to be modest and her body’s involuntary response.
I paused, intrigued by Grace’s analytical depth. I could almost hear her voice as I moved on to her next point.
Additionally, Ruth’s role could be expanded. Her gentle encouragement while participating in Debbie’s first violation creates a fascinating dynamic—the maternal figure who enables rather than protects. This psychological complexity would resonate with viewers who understand that the most effective training comes from caring authority.
I took a long breath through my nose. I could feel the intensity of Grace’s observations, and I was taken aback by how much they felt like my own. Her analysis was surprisingly comprehensive, and I found almost every detail compelling and well supported.
The bedroom scene where Debbie watches her foster parents copulate is conceptually strong, but could benefit from more explicit dialogue. Abe’s clinical instruction to Debbie about ‘what good wives do’ should be interspersed with specific commands about her future duties. Perhaps he could describe exactly how her eventual husband will use her while demonstrating on Ruth.
I smiled, warmth growing in my chest as I realized the sexy, wonderfully degrading nature of Grace’s suggestions. I couldn’t deny her ability to dig deep into the psychological layers, even if it meant delving into the more provocative elements.
On the other hand, I knew Van would tell me that Assessment liked to see girls like Grace develop a little more freedom of expression than my sweet new intern seemed able to demonstrate at the moment. For a young woman who had starred in her own explicit streams, Grace’s vocabulary seemed a bit limited. I double-clicked on the final paragraph to insert a comment that would ping her email.
What should Abe have said, exactly?
Grace
I thought all morning about Scott’s comment on my report. He didn’t mention it—or refer to the video assignment at all—when I brought him his afternoon coffee.
He did have me close the door of his office and raise my skirt to show him the black lingerie I had chosen this morning. He put his hand between my thighs without saying anything, just looking into my eyes. My forehead creased hard at the humiliating, possessive caress, and I chewed the inside of my cheek, wondering what would happen next.
But Scott merely took his hand away and said, “You may lower your skirt, Grace, and go. Have a good afternoon.”
Walking back to my cubicle, his comment played again in my head.What should Abe have said?
My face blazed as the answer came to me once again—the same words that I had thought, but not written, the previous night.
