Ruby’s New Life Ch. 7_(1)

Grandpa woke me up as usual and we ate breakfast before he gave me my enema and stuffed me with the same plug from yesterday. It was easier to take today and it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable. Grandpa didn’t seem satisfied with this.

“Looks like you adjusted to that one quickly. Let’s move a size up.” He grabbed the next size, labeled 7” and 1 ½” in diameter. It tapered down to only 1” at the base. I grunted a little as I struggled to adjust to it and Grandpa seemed satisfied.

As the day before, walking was hard to get used to. I shook a little and struggled to get my stride. Grandpa laid out my clothes for church, “Sent over by Kyle this morning.”

I looked at the strange garments. “Um, Grandpa?” I couldn’t figure out what to do with it.

“This is an old tradition. Every woman wears the same thing to church. It’s more like a custom that’s carried on since the 1950s here in town. I’ll help you.”

The ‘clothing’ looked like a pile of rope in knots to me. Grandpa expertly placed the ropes on my body and when he was done, I looked in the mirror. The ropes came from over my shoulders like suspenders, between my breasts, tied in the front and back just above my pelvis, then ran between my legs. There was a knot perfectly placed at the entrance to my vagina and the rope going up the back rested against the base of my anal plug, holding it snuggly in place. Two strands of rope rested on either side of my clit and squeezed it roughly. Sitting would be painful. The rope was rough and scratchy.

The ‘dress’ was more like a robe. It was a thin, white gauze fabric that was just a large rectangle with a hole cut out for your head. Grandpa put my head through it, then tied another rope around my waste. The robe came to just above my knees but I could see everything through it. My nipples were poking obscenely at the fabric as if they were trying to get out.

“Grandpa, the rope hurts.” I felt like I would be rubbed raw by the end of the day.

“It’s a reminder that you must overcome your own comfort and desires for those of your husband.”

“Why does it have to be so painful?”

“It’s designed to be uncomfortable. Church is a weekly worship of our lifestyle. Women are dressed as slaves to remind them of their place in our society. Being uncomfortable keeps you alert and submissive, as you should be always. Like I said, it’s an old custom that has been carried down.”

“What if…?” My clit was huge now and the ropes were rubbing it with every movement.

“Yes?”

“What if the rope on my clit makes me cum and I can’t control it?”

“There’s no punishment on Sunday, Ruby. Women are allowed their pleasure through the pain in these contraptions.”

“Thank goodness.”

“That’s why only grown adults attend church. The children are sent to a Sunday school of sorts, divided by sex and taught mild roles as they grow.”

“What!? Sex roles?”

“No, of course not, Ruby. Don’t be ridiculous. The boys are taught about being a man, about taking charge and using their power and masculinity. Usually games and king-of-the-mountain type stuff. Girls are taught hygiene, to tame their independent streaks and to always do as they’re asked. We want our girls to be sweet and meek and mild, not rambunctious, devious and rebellious.”

“So it’s just behavior training?”

“With some Bible lessons, of course.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a Bible lesson.”

“You will today, my dear.”

My hair was put in a simple braid down my back and I was to wear no make-up. I used a little chapstick to keep my lips moist and Grandpa strapped on some gladiator sandals for me so I wouldn’t have to bend over.

“You’ll have to learn to do all of this yourself in the future. I suggest putting the shoes on first.” He winked at me and gestured toward the stairs.

Kyle knocked at the door just as my feet hit the first floor. He was so prompt.

Grandpa opened the door and made small talk, explaining that he wouldn’t be attending church and that he was spending the day with his soon-to-be bride to iron out some details about their living arrangement and financials.

Kyle smiled when he saw me and it made me feel better to know he was pleased.