Ruby’s New Life Ch. 12

When I was back at school I felt oddly at ease. Being home had been a break from the structure and routine but now it felt comforting to be back where I knew what to expect. I suppose that’s the lifestyle. The restrictions ultimately become our comfort.

Back to classes and uniforms and anal training and my beloved audio training that had become my escape. I couldn’t wait to see the changes made to my playlist. I had mentioned to Kyle my concerns with jealousy and he had made contact with the school. I had also been assured that this would be addressed in my Etiquette class.

This term my classes were Etiquette, Submission, Technique, and Advanced K-9. I’d already fucked dogs, what else was there to learn?

Naomi and Tasha were just as happy to be back as I was. Wedding plans and getting the kinks ironed out with our homes was taking its toll.

Naomi was not loving her new Mother-In-Law. “She is absolutely up my ass about everything. I mean, I love her but…. I hate her. I want to make the decisions about our home myself and she fights me on everything, then Sasha has to step in and remind her of her place. It’s nice to be back at school with some peace and quiet.”

I felt bad for her, “I’m sorry, sweetie. Hopefully she’ll stop soon.”

“Is Kyle’s mother a nightmare?” Naomi hadn’t spent much time with her, so I wasn’t surprised by her question.

“Not at all, she’s amazing. She’s been a HUGE help to me through all of this. I can talk to her about anything. It’s nice, since my mother is against the lifestyle.”

Tasha knew Mother and backed me up, “Yeah, Kyle’s mom is like, the dream mother-in-law, seriously. I mean, Ryan’s mom is sweet but she’s so mousy. No fire in that woman whatsoever. Not an opinion to be had. Ryan says that’s what he likes about me, I have a mind of my own.”

“What’s your first glass, girls?” I really wanted to have classes with them this last term.

We compared out schedules and noted that though we had a few of the same classes, none were at the same time.

“Dammit! I was really looking forward to having classes with you guys.” I felt like pouting.

“Ruby, they wouldn’t allow that, knowing how close we all are. The point of being here at school is to learn to come OUT of our comfort zones and focus. It would be fun, but part of me knew already.”

“I guess so. Well, see you girls at lunch, good luck!” The first day of classes was always so nerve-wracking. We never knew what to expect and we were always plunged head first into whatever we would be learning.

Etiquette didn’t seem so daunting and I was curious about so many things. The professor was a woman; of course we were to call her Mistress and nothing more. She was tall and blonde with a stoic expression. I imagined her with an English accent. I was wrong.

“Ladies. Those of you in this class either need refinement or were not born into this lifestyle.” I swear her eyes darted to me when she said that, “No matter how well you’ve done thus far, there are social situations that require you honor a code in our lifestyle. I’m here to help you learn that code. Each day we will discuss a situation and we will go over the etiquette in said situation. If we have time for more than one, so be it. You may submit situations in the anonymous suggestion box on my desk if there is something specific you would like to discuss with the class.”

Mistress held up the box and shook it for emphasis, “Make them good, challenge me.” She smiled and returned to the front of the class, “Now, please re-arrange your desks into a semi-circle. This is intimate discussion and dialogue, we should be a bit less informal.”

We did as we were told and waited for the day’s situation.

Mistress read from a sheet of paper, “Your husband is away on business and you are running the household on your own. Unexpectedly, one of his colleagues stops by for drinks, not knowing your husband is away. During your polite visit, he requests to relieve himself in your mouth. Do you obey?”

A short girl with red curls piped up, “Yes! He’s a man in your home, you should obey.”

Another girl behind me said, “No! Your husband isn’t home and his presence is inappropriate.”

Then the arguing began, “What should you do, refuse him at the door!? I would be beaten!”

“A good man would never drop in without a phone call ahead.”

As they shouted, only one simple question burned in my mind, so I raised my hand.

“Yes, Ruby?” The arguing ceased and all eyes were on me. Now my question seemed juvenile.

“Um, what color is my heart?”

“Excuse me, dear?”

“The heart my husband has put around my neck, clearly defining my boundaries. What color is my heart in this scenario?” My face felt hot. It WAS a dumb question. I knew it.

“Ruby, that is quite possibly the best thing said in this classroom today. Girls, the color of your heart is white. Now Ruby, what should you do?”

“Politely remind him of the restrictions made upon me and ask the door man to escort him out?”

“Close, dear. You should first apologize for not making it clear, then point out the color of the heart around your neck and be silent. He will then excuse himself to use the facilities and either return or bid you good night. You should never ask a man to leave your home, it’s considered rude.”

“That being said, if he refuses to leave and you are faced with a problem, you may enlist your staff to do what is necessary to remove him from the property and notify your husband immediately. Remember that our society and our lifestyle requires strict adherence to the rules. Anyone who blatantly breaks the rules is punished, including men. A man who would do such a thing to another’s property will certainly have repercussions, if not expulsion from our town.

That went quickly, ladies! Shall we try another?” She glanced at her paper, “Ah. Alright. You are at a family dinner with your in-laws. No children are present. During family time in the study, your father-in-law has one too many cocktails and opens his pants, asking you to sit on his lap. What do you do?”

I cringed at the thought. In front of Mother and Kyle and who knows who else? It was entirely undignified.

“Ask my husband for permission?”

“Do it, he’s the patriarch of the family!”

“Ask my MOTHER-IN-LAW for permission.”

“Same as the last question. Remind him of the color of my heart.”

Mistress intervened, “The color of your heart is black. No restrictions.”

The deliberating went on for a while, Mistress quiet and enjoying the banter. I was quiet as well, considering every option that was being yelled out.

Finally, Mistress held her hands up to stop the debate. “All good answers, but only one of you got it right. Amy, you were correct. The code states that if you are required to be penetrated, that you remove all clothing. A black heart has no restrictions and it means just that; NO. RESTRICTIONS. So you would politely say ‘Yes, Sir.’, remove your clothing and obey.”

I was sick to my stomach. I hoped my father-in-law could handle his liquor.