Ruby's Tale - Sex Stories

Ruby's Tale

... “Go fix an early dinner now. We eat vegan in this house, if you hadn’t noticed by the items you bought. Healthy bodies are important. You’ll learn.”

I went into the kitchen to start cooking the items I’d bought. Had I really only bought enough for one meal? How many trips to the store would I have to make!?

As if he was reading my my mind, Grandpa answered, “Larger amounts require harder work and in some cases, sexual favors to be paid off.” Grandpa came to sit at the dining table and watch me cook. “I’m keeping the amounts low for you to ease into this. Understand?”

“Thank you, Grandpa.” I was looking for pots and pans and knives and such in the cupboards and felt his eyes on me.

I was shivering from the cold still, though I could feel my body warming up a little. Of course, my inner thighs were wet with my juices. I searched through the drawers and cupboards to find the items I needed. When I had to crouch down, he yelled at me, “Always bend, Ruby, never crouch! You’ll be punished for crouching whether it’s here at home or anywhere in public. They’ll report every infraction to me.”

I straightened my legs and bent over, exposing my ass and my juicy inner thighs to him as I looked for the pan I needed. So women were really objects to these people, weren’t they?

“Looks like you enjoyed your ride.” I noticed him staring at my thighs.

“Kind of, yes.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He was looking through a booklet, “They sure do have a lot of rules at this ...

... school.” It must have been my handbook. “No orgasms, nipple training, exercise, anal training. Hmm. I guess we should start on that after dinner. Don’t want you showing up to work and everyone knowing you haven’t started that yet.”

“Anal training? Like, my ass?” I had never even thought of my ass being part of sex.

“Your kit is here. I’ll get you started and we’ll work up to what you have to have for school.”

I cooked dinner and we ate in silence, me squirming on the dildo that was attached to my dining chair. Being filled and wet with my still-damp sports bra teasing my nipples was curbing my appetite.

“Eat. You need nutrition and you need to stay hydrated. 60 oz. Of water each day, understood?”

“Okay, Grandpa.” I guzzled my water and finished my food with little excitement. While I was cleaning the kitchen, Grandpa went upstairs and came down to tell me it was time to get ready for work.

On the bed were my clothes. I was never going to choose my clothes again, was I? There was a pair of black leg-hugging chaps made out of a comfortable stretchy material, but when I put them on, my entire crotch and ass were exposed. The shirt was a white, sheer jersey material, spaghetti straps and a small bit of fabric that tied between my breasts, covering the nipples but little else. I didn’t see the point, you could see right through it.

Black heels and a high, tight ponytail and I was down the stairs.

Grandpa had me bend over in the living room and he spread my ass ...