Our DD counsellors gave us an exercise. To remind both partners that the woman’s body is not her own, our husbands were to bathe and dress us. No matter how tired or busy he was. And we had to wear whatever they chose.
That drew some groans!
Sean has been laying out my clothes for years. He knows what I wear has a big impact on how I behave. With all the cleaning to be done before the holidays, I’ve been in my little maid’s outfit for a week.
And it did make me a better housekeeper.
But in all the activity, I forgot to call his sister with whom I don’t get along and invite her. He had just untied the bow that holds my outfit on when the phone rang leaving me standing there in my Lacey little girl panties he likes.
He got off the phone livid but he didn’t raise his voice. He never does.
“My sister is insulted and she had every reason to be. You have caused trouble in the family. I work 12 hours a day. I bathe you, I dress you. I make sure you go to bed at a decent hour. I put thought into every rule and punishment while always making sure you know you’re loved..”
I don’t know he said after that. The combination of what he said and the fact I was in my panties filled me with love and remorse. I fell to my knees and clung to his knee. Tears fell down my face as I told him how sorry I was and how much I loved him and that he was the best husband and master in the world.
And there were tears in his eyes too. He looked at me so lovingly and I put his fingers in my hair then he picked me up and carried me to bed.
I asked if I was going to get a spanking. He said the lecture was enough.
The next morning, he woke me up to bathe and dress me before he had to leave.
My outfit for the day was Lacey panties. But that isn’t the point. That was the most submissive, the most humbling thing I’ve ever done without being told.
And it made us appreciate or more appreciative of how much we love each other.
How could anyone live any other way?
