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.

I walked carefully to the car, the rope teasing my clit the whole way. I tried to ignore it. When Kyle opened the car door for me, I noticed there was no dildo. No dildos on Sunday. How pious.

I lowered myself into the car and noticed the ropes loosened around my clit a bit but tightened in the back, pressing the plug into me.

It was a quiet ride to church, Kyle explaining that men and women sat on opposite sides of the church, so I would be sitting with Mother.

When we arrived, I saw a flood of men in simple, black suits and women dressed the same as I entering the church. Mother waited at the bottom of the stairs for me, smiled sweetly at me without saying a word and led me inside with her. The rope dug into my clit as I walked and I tried to stifle my moans.

We sat in the front pew where there were two seats available. I got the feeling Kyle’s family was highly respected in this town and that all eyes were on me.

I saw Tasha and Naomi but was too nervous to wave or say hello. I wasn’t entirely sure socializing was allowed. I hoped I would see them after church and we could catch up.

I noticed the women stayed quiet and the men quietly spoke amongst themselves until the preacher stepped into the pulpit and raised his hands.

“Welcome, everyone. Such a beautiful day to worship.” The women smiled and the men nodded and mumbled in agreement.

“With engagements newly finalized and so many new couples in our congregation today, I was moved to speak from Ephesians this morning, to shed light on our core beliefs for those about to enter into the covenant of marriage. ‘Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church; and he is the savior of the body.’

Ladies, Goddesses of our homes….submit yourselves, body and soul, to your husbands as Christ gave himself to the church. Let your mind and body be led by your husband; the Lord of your home, and you will be rewarded. Obey the word of your Lord without question, without defiance and you will be worshiped as the Holy vessel you are.

‘Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.’ Most of you will not work outside of the home. Most of you will spend your time and energy transforming your home into a Heaven on Earth for your husband. Obey, submit, give yourself over to your Lord and never let your home be less than a safe haven for him to retreat into after a long day in the corrupt world. Do not be a thorn in his side, do not be demanding and headstrong, do not ask more of him than he can give at the end of a day. Be his pleasure, his release, his smiling Goddess and his comfort.

‘Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word.’ Respect your wives, your Goddesses as they submit and bend to your will. Worship them as Holy vessels to indulge your Earthly desires and find your redemption in their acceptance of your seed, their pleasure in serving you, their approving smiles. Let them cleanse your sins, take in your primal desires and free you from your burdens.”

And on and on it went. We were to submit and worship them and in turn, they would worship and provide for us. It sounded like poetry when the man spoke. It didn’t sound horrible; it didn’t sound like slavery or ownership. It sounded Biblical, magical and beautiful. It sounded like a world in which every woman would want to live. It made me want to be part of it.

When prayer was finished, the men stood and left, gathering outside. We waited until they were all out and then everyone began talking at once. I took this as socializing time and went to find Tasha and Naomi.

“Ruby!” Tasha rushed forward and hugged me. She had gotten to keep her brown hair, her lips were big and full like mine and her ass was decidedly larger.

Behind her, Naomi was waiting for her hug. She now had jet black hair and her teeth were sparkling white and looked strange. “Don’t worry, they’re just veneers. Not dentures!” We giggled and shared our alterations. Tasha and Ryan were getting married and Naomi was engaged to a guy named Sasha. Both of them said their fiancés were kind and sexy and they couldn’t wait to register for classes.

I asked them what they thought about the dogs, since it was weighing heavily on my mind.

Tasha’s eyes lit up, “Oh Ruby! My puppy is already being trained! Your new mother-in-law is helping me out. I’m meeting with her this afternoon! Please come with!”

“I’ll have to check with Grandpa, I still have exercise to finish and I have to have time in the sun.” I was so moved after the sermon that I was willing to do the research Grandpa had suggested.

Naomi felt left out, “Sasha said no to the dogs. I’m not entirely disappointed, but I wish I could hang out with you girls.”

I put my arm around her, “We’ll have time. And I’m sure we’ll have classes together at school. I may need help hiring the staff for our house, too. I’m completely overwhelmed with all of my homemaking assignments.”

Naomi didn’t waste any time letting me know she would love to help. Apparently this was the part of marriage she lived for; keeping a home.

When we were all finished visiting, Mother approached me and asked to be introduced to my friends. She was very gracious and polite and invited the girls over for the afternoon for tea after Tasha’s consultation. “Will you be joining Tasha, Ruby?”

“I think I will, Mother. I want to know more about all of it.” Mother hugged me and seemed to be pleased.

When we joined the men outside, Kyle led me to the car, “How do you feel after church, Ruby?” I could almost feel his nervousness.

We stopped by the car and I turned to face him so I could look him in the eye, “I want to stay here. I want to be your wife.”

Kyle swooped me off my feet and swung me around, the rope digging into my clit, “You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth, Ruby!” He set me down and kissed me deeply. “I’ll get you home so you don’t miss your exercise and sun time.”

“I’m also going to meet with Mother this afternoon for tea with a couple friends. She’s going to answer some questions for me about the dogs.”

Kyle smiled, “I’m glad you’re being open to the idea. We’ll meet tomorrow at the house to discuss your classes. I won’t keep you too long from your hiring and decorating.”

When I was finished sunning myself after my run, Grandpa helped me shower and re-inserted my plug. The larger size had left me a bit sore, so he didn’t move me up and put the 7” plug back in. I moaned as it filled me, trying to relax and adjust.

I was dressed in a simple sheer, white spaghetti strap sundress that came just to my mid-thigh. The bottom swung out when I turned, giving a glimpse of my ass cheeks. It was so freeing not to worry about undergarments.

When Grandpa dropped me off at Mother’s house, Tasha was already in the back with Mother and the dogs. They were petting a dog and talking.

“Ruby!” Mother waved me over when she saw me, “Come meet Tasha’s new friend!”

The dog didn’t look like a puppy to me. It looked full-grown.

Mother let me into the gate and shut it behind me. The dog wagged its tail and sauntered over to me to sniff my pussy. I tried to cover myself and move away, but he was relentless.

“Just let him get used to the smell of you, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Mother continued talking to Tasha about breeding behaviors.

“I thought you said you were getting a puppy?” I was confused.

“He is a puppy! He’s only 2 ½ years old!” Tasha called him to her, “Come here, Jessie!” The dog trotted to her and licked her face.

“Okay, Tasha. Now he’s a little young for breeding, so let’s not get our hopes up. But lift your dress and present yourself to him. Let’s see how he responds.”

Tasha got on all fours, lifted her sun dress and pressed her chest to the ground, letting her legs spread a little and arched her back so her ass was in the air. I could see her anal plug and a glimmer from her clit where she had been pierced.

The dog was curious and began sniffing and licking at her pussy. Tasha moaned and giggled, “His tongue is amazing!”

“Sometimes that’s the best part.” Mother stood next to me and just observed the dog’s behavior.

The dog continued to lick at Tasha and soon she was panting and moaning, “I’m going to cum!”

“Let it go, dear. He’ll like the taste and it may encourage him.” Mother was watching intently.

Tasha screamed then, and came so hard she squirted. The dog seemed excited and kept licking her cunt like it was a lollipop. He sniffed her and then jumped up and tried to mount her. He didn’t quite make it and trotted around her, contemplating his next move. This went on for 5 minutes or so before he mounted her and I could see his cock hit its target. Once he was inside, I could see it growing.

Tasha was making so much noise you would have thought she was being raped.

“Amazing. He’s doing beautifully. What an exceptional animal.” Mother was proud of the dog. I was just watching in horror. Was he hurting her?

“Is Tasha okay?”

“Oh sweetie, she’s fine. I imagine it feels amazing.”

The dog dismounted and ran around Tasha again, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to finish his job.

He mounted her again and found his target once more. This time, he seemed intent on finishing. He was pumping so quickly in and out of her that I actually began to wonder what it felt like.

Tasha screamed, “Oh my god it’s so big!”

“His knot is growing now. It won’t be long.” Mother grabbed my hand as if she was excited.

The dog stopped pumping and tried to dismount, but he seemed stuck.

“Is he okay?” Tasha was yelping and clawing at the ground.

“They’re knotted together. It will be a few minutes, but this is when the woman will have the most intense orgasms.” She moved closer to the coupled pair and helped Jessie step over Tasha’s ass so they were butt-to-butt and tried to keep him from pulling at her.

Watching Tasha was a little confusing. Did it hurt or did it feel good? I couldn’t tell. The noises she was making were primal and desperate. I saw her reach down and finger her clit, then moan and scream again. Was she actually having orgasms!?

I don’t know how long it went on, but finally Jessie pulled free and I watched as dog cum gushed from Tasha’s gaping pussy. She rolled over on her back, trying to catch her breath. “That. Was. Amazing!” She rubbed her fingers through her hair and sighed.

Jessie was lying in a corner of the yard, licking himself. I went to Tasha to help her up, “Are you okay?”

“Oh Ruby. You’re going to love it! That was the best feeling I’ve had EVER.” She stood a little uneasily and Mother came over with a wet towel and cleaned between her legs.

“Let’s get you into a shower and ready for tea.” Mother and I walked with Tasha to the house and handed her over to one of the maids, who led her upstairs.

“Well Ruby, tell me your thoughts.” Mother walked with me into the sitting room and we sat down. I was in a daze.

“I…don’t know. It looked frightening.”

“Tasha surely enjoyed it.” She giggled and leaned forward, making eye contact, “Ruby, Tasha was well aware of the process. I always have my girls well informed before they go into this. If it’s something you want to explore, then we can talk over tea.”

“Okay.” I knew it would make Kyle happy, even if he said it was up to me. And I trusted Mother, she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. But I was full of questions after watching one of my friends be fucked by a dog. It looked like all business to the dog, but Tasha’s reactions were what brought about my curiosity. How long had it been since I’d had sex? Months. This could be a way around that.

The doorbell rang and soon Naomi was ushered into the sitting room to join us, followed by a fresh and clean Tasha with a huge smile on her face.

Mother grinned at us all, sitting together on the sofa. “Tea time!”

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