Ruby’s New Life Part 6

Grandpa was full of questions when I went inside. I filled him in on our day and told him that I really thought I was going to love being Kyle’s wife. Grandpa snickered, “And to think you thought this entire town was insane when you arrived.”

“I know.” I felt myself blush a little, “Is it the body alterations or the conditioning? What is it that’s changing in me?”

“It’s just your primal instinct coming out. It’s not a change so much as a regression. You’re getting back to your biological roots, your natural savage self. The more conditioning you do, the more you’ll accept your place.”

“My place?” I felt my inner feminist roar.

“Yes, Ruby. Your place is beside your husband, to please him and to make him proud. In return, he will give you the pleasure or punishment and pain you deserve. It’s up to him how you dress, how you behave, how you serve the other men in this town. Even if it’s just as a decoration and something pleasing to look at, you will have to be pleasing to the men in this town for the rest of your life. The better your behavior, the more proud of you your husband will be.”

“Part of me still hates the way it sounds.”

“Then we need to step up the conditioning a bit more. School will help, too.”

“I’m having lunch with Kyle’s family tomorrow. And he wants me to see our house and start decorating?”

“Ah. Very good. I’ll give him your curfew tomorrow so he knows when you’re to be home. No staying over until you’re married, I’m afraid. His family won’t allow it.”

We had a light dinner before Grandpa prepared me for bed. When I was strapped down and mounted to the machine, Grandpa turned on the TV and the sounds of sex flooded the room. He found what he was looking for on my iPod and put the headphones over my ears before he left the room.

I watched a woman being penetrated in all of her holes while the machine slowly fucked me and sounds of nature lulled me into a calm state. Then a woman’s voice began speaking. It was calm and soft and sultry. “You know the power your body has over men, you must use it to please them into submission. If you do as they ask, you will be rewarded. If you behave as they wish, you will be worshipped. There is no shame in submitting to your husband, he is the head of the house, he rules your world. He owns your body, your heart . . . and you will obey because you love him….”

I was asleep before I heard anything else.

I woke up to silence and Grandpa removing the headphones. When I was released from my bonds, I drank my lemon water and headed to the bathroom. Grandpa proudly announced that I had finished the anal training kit.

“So now what?” Was it ever really over?

“You’ve learned to relax your sphincter and let it stretch safely, not to resist. Now we progress to the soft kit.”

“Soft kit sounds nice.”

“We’ll see how you do.” He pulled a larger case from the cupboard and opened it up. I couldn’t believe the size of the plugs! The smallest one was about 6” long, shaped more like a cock and about an inch in diameter. They ranged in size all the way up to what looked like 10” and 3” in diameter. My mouth gaped open.

“They’re made of much softer, pliable material that will feel more like a cock to you. It will bend and move with you like your horse plug. These have thicker base though. You won’t be closing around a thin rod anymore; you’ll be stretched open little by little with thicker bases as we move up.”

I still hadn’t recovered from the shock.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to the largest size. Your husband isn’t that well-endowed and isn’t interested in torturing you or pushing your limits beyond his own needs.”

I sighed with relief. After my anal douche, Grandpa inserted the smallest one into me. It did feel like a small cock. As I relaxed to let it in, I was surprised that the insertion took so much longer. When I closed around the base, I realized Grandpa was right. I felt my sphincter straining open a bit.

“Just relax and don’t clench.”

I relaxed my muscles and the discomfort went away but it felt unnatural. When I stood, I felt full like I had with the horse plug but it wasn’t the same. I couldn’t forget that it was there, the thicker base stretched my sphincter just enough that I was uncomfortable.

“You’ll adjust, that’s why it’s called ‘training’, Ruby.”

We went downstairs and with every step I felt the stimulation. It was distracting.

“Do your breathing, you’ll be fine.” Grandpa set breakfast on the table and I lowered myself onto my dildo, filling me up in both holes. I took a deep breath and moaned.

“Grandpa, it’s too much.” I wanted to cum. There was such a feeling of desperation.

“Redirect your thoughts and eat your breakfast.” Grandpa had three sheets of paper he was reading.

“Your prospects?”

“Yes. All widows. I think I’ll make a phone call while you’re at the track. I know who I would prefer.”

When I was finished with my running and pool time, I had to get showered and ready for the luncheon. My clit was throbbing and I was so wet. I hadn’t realized that just a new type of plug could steer my thoughts toward sex so constantly. When Grandpa removed it and let me relieve myself before I showered, I almost begged him to push it back in and pull it out again. The sensation was incredible.

I showered with cooler water to try and calm myself down. When I was finished, however, Grandpa re-inserted the cleaned plug. My ass felt open and ready and I had months before I would have any kind of sex at all.

When my make-up was flawless and my hair dried and curled as Grandpa had instructed me, I had to get dressed. Grandpa had laid out my clothes, as usual. I put on the baby blue dress, made entirely of lace with long sleeves that belled at the wrists. The hem came to just below my ass cheeks where the 6” fringe began. It was a sweet little hippie dress and the neckline was off-the-shoulder and framed my neck and shoulders beautifully. The color was divine with my platinum blond hair and tan skin. You could see my body perfectly through it and the lace was textured enough that when I moved, it rubbed my nipples and kept them at attention quite obviously. I slipped on some 4” white heels and started downstairs just as the doorbell rang.

Kyle had impeccable timing. I was still descending the stares when he came in and saw me. His face lit up and he smiled. I beamed with pride, I was so happy he approved.

“I see you got the dress my mother sent over.” He took my hand as I made it down the last step.

“Your mother sent this?