John has got this habit of explaining everything to me. Before we went away for the weekend (a precursor to me moving in) he talked alot about traditional relationships and even mentioned marriage. He never criticised other peoples marriage or life but wanted to tell me about how our relationship would be. I already new most of his ideals. He disliked me wearing trousers or jeans and I had sort of agreed to wear skirts and dresses. Really it felt to me I was told to wear skirt and dresses. He did not me going bare legged so when I was in his company I would be wearing tights or stockings/holdups. I really disliked this part. A hangup of school days I think but again I agreed to it. In a way I do like to please him by wearing clothes he approves of, even though I truly dislike them.
In terms of the household John believes the wife (or partner) should stay at home and be a homemaker/full time mum. He believes the man is the head of the house and provides for the family. The wife cannot take the role seriosuly if she has to leave the home to go to work. Of course this allows for the opporunity of being able to afford to do this which I pointed out. His rambling about this referred to our situation and he stated that when our relationship develops he wanted me to quit my job and take up the role of homemaker. I found at first this view a bit sexist. On the other hand I loved it. I didn't like my job and though of looking after his house and waiting for him to come home really appealed to me. My career wasn't going anywhere and I was sick of wearing the horrible work suits that John had made me wear to work.
John also has a very protective appeal about him, again something that makes me feel lovely inside and then angry at the same time. He wants to protect me from anything and everything that could pollute my mind as my mind was 100% innoncet. I may not off done much in my life but have seen and experienced perhaps more than he thinks I have. Anyway he doesn't like me watching anything sexual of tv. He turns it off when any sex scene comes on and tells me to go to bed! Wow it makes me mad and makes me feel like a child when he does that.
And finally the head of household role. I did have an idea this was coming up because he had made reference to it on a few occasions but he wanted to tell me straight. As the hoh if I play up, go mad with the credit card or fall well short of his expecations I would be disciplined. The discipline he said would be discussed when I move in but would take the role of a grounding, loss of privelages or if is serious a spanking. I know some couples may use spanking as a sexual element but the spanking in our relationship would be solely for the use of discipline and would be a last resort. The spanking would also be done after the event and never as a sudden reaction to a situation, not that I had ever since John in a rage.
There was lots for me to accept. I was scared and excited about the discipline side but it was something I wanted. I want to be guided by him and accept his guidance and discipline if needed. I knew this would not be easy but I loved this man and want to show my love in anyway I can.
Monday 21 March 2011
Friday 4 March 2011
Stay the weekend
After dating for some time and trying very hard to obey John's rules he asked me to stay over at this house for the weekend as the wanted to take me out on Friday night. Why do I remember this. Well after he asked me he said straight away you can sleep in my bedroom and I will sleep in the spare room. I hadn't expected this. It was a clear statement that our relationship wouldn't move onto the next level. I did and did not want things to move on. Typical me, being mixed up.
By this time some of my clothes I had kept at John's house as he often picked me up from work and we would go back to his house. That Friday we went back to his house as usual. Once in I was told to shower and he would usually pick out a dress for me to wear. I was sort of getting use to this by now. I stepped out of the shower into the bedroom. I could hear John downstairs. He had laid out a black dress I had worn before with black tights and black bow style pumps.
It didn't take me long to get ready. I went downstairs and John complimented me. I asked if I could ditch the tights at it was still quite warm. "You know the rules about hoisery Kate" was the reply. Darn it, worth a try though.
That evening we went on a river boat. It was lovely. We had a meal and there was a jazz type band playing. Not really my type of music but it was good. Several times through the meal John would lean over and brush my hair back. Don't know why I remember that. He said he prefered my hair tied back so it would not hide my face!
After the evening ended I was glad to leave the boat. I was overheating. We talk a walk down the river bank back to the car. I had a few to drink, not drunk or anything but perhaps more flirty than normal. He told me his feelings for me which was lovely, how we wanted me to move in etc but he he wanted our first time to be special. He said outright again that the weekend would be seperate rooms. By now I almost wanted to sleep with him that night.
When we got home the wine effect had worn off. He said tomorrow and Sunday his house was mine. What did he mean?. Well he wanted me to take on the role of the woman in the house. He mentioned it before. Perhaps it was a trial before he would officially ask me to move in. I actually wanted to. Up until now he had done everything and I mean everything from paying for all out trips, to flowers, chocolates and even my darn clothes. I wanted to impress!
We kissed good night and he went to the spare room. I took off my dress and at last freed my legs from the tights and tossed off my shoes and fell straight to sleep.
I woke up to find John in the beddoom. Dam it. I wanted to get up early and cook him breakfast. I asked what time it was. 10:30 he said. I felt bad I looked around the room at my clothes I had thrown down and felt bad.
Come on he said, we will have to go for breakfast. I am not happy the way you take your clothes off. Its like a teenage girls room in here. Tidy up before you come down. I also want to buy you some night dresses. Its something I forgot. I don't want you sleeping in just your underwear.
I quickly got dressed and picked the clothes up from the floor. I wore a skirt he had requested with some navy tights and a white blouse. I darted down the stairs and we drove off.
I could sense he was annoyed. I had let him down. We went into a department store and he bought us both breakfast. He touched on my attitude and I tried to smooth it over. I knew now that I would have to been on my best behaviour.
We went shopping, or should I say John chose. He bought 3 very frilly white night dresses, and then went to the lingerie section. I am sure some people must think he was a crossdresser as he was the one that showed any interest. He picked out several pairs, all white again with varying styles. Non I would of chosen my self. I really didn't lilke the night dresses either. I had always slept in a t-shirt and knickers before.
On the way back we talked more and after our chat I wanted so much to please him by doing what he asked. On return to his house he sat down in the chair to watch some rugby match. I started in ernest by cleaning the kitchen and dining room. I didn't want to vacuum the lounge as he was watching tv. He called me over and asked for a drink. This sound strange but I really loved to wait on him. It felt right. I didn't actually like the cleaning side but it was pleasing him.
When I bought his drink over it was half time and he put the drink to one side and pulled me onto his lap. It was a surprise and he had never been so forthcoming before. He kissed me for what felt like for ever. Would he go further? I wanted him to. He pulled away and then began to stroke my legs. As he stroked my legs my tights began to pull down slightly and I got one awaful wedgie. It felt strange.
Shortly after the match continued and he told me to carry on with the housework. That was me told!
Later that day I tried to cook tea. John made some comments but I think he liked it. I served it to him and then cleaned the table away. It took my quite some time to clean up and by then John was watching a film on tv. I sat down and after about 10 minutes feeling exhausted after all the cooking and cleaning. I started to watch the film and a sexual scene came on. Nothing too bad but John switched the tv off and told me to go to bed. I asked why and he said he didn't want me watching "this type of stuff". I complained bitterly but he repeated it. I swallowed my pride and went upstairs. As I got to his bedroom I remembered I would be wearing a night dress. I undressed and put away my clothes away and slipped on the night dress. It felt very feminine and I felt very girly as I glanced over to the mirror. I jumped into bed and shortly after John came up, said nothing, kissed me on my head and went the spare room.
Sunday came and I got up on time after going to bed early and cooked him breakfast. It felt good again. I had agreed to see my mum for lunch so John dropped me off shortly after. I remember as he drove off thinking I can't wait to see you again even though I disagree with you. Is this love?
By this time some of my clothes I had kept at John's house as he often picked me up from work and we would go back to his house. That Friday we went back to his house as usual. Once in I was told to shower and he would usually pick out a dress for me to wear. I was sort of getting use to this by now. I stepped out of the shower into the bedroom. I could hear John downstairs. He had laid out a black dress I had worn before with black tights and black bow style pumps.
It didn't take me long to get ready. I went downstairs and John complimented me. I asked if I could ditch the tights at it was still quite warm. "You know the rules about hoisery Kate" was the reply. Darn it, worth a try though.
That evening we went on a river boat. It was lovely. We had a meal and there was a jazz type band playing. Not really my type of music but it was good. Several times through the meal John would lean over and brush my hair back. Don't know why I remember that. He said he prefered my hair tied back so it would not hide my face!
After the evening ended I was glad to leave the boat. I was overheating. We talk a walk down the river bank back to the car. I had a few to drink, not drunk or anything but perhaps more flirty than normal. He told me his feelings for me which was lovely, how we wanted me to move in etc but he he wanted our first time to be special. He said outright again that the weekend would be seperate rooms. By now I almost wanted to sleep with him that night.
When we got home the wine effect had worn off. He said tomorrow and Sunday his house was mine. What did he mean?. Well he wanted me to take on the role of the woman in the house. He mentioned it before. Perhaps it was a trial before he would officially ask me to move in. I actually wanted to. Up until now he had done everything and I mean everything from paying for all out trips, to flowers, chocolates and even my darn clothes. I wanted to impress!
We kissed good night and he went to the spare room. I took off my dress and at last freed my legs from the tights and tossed off my shoes and fell straight to sleep.
I woke up to find John in the beddoom. Dam it. I wanted to get up early and cook him breakfast. I asked what time it was. 10:30 he said. I felt bad I looked around the room at my clothes I had thrown down and felt bad.
Come on he said, we will have to go for breakfast. I am not happy the way you take your clothes off. Its like a teenage girls room in here. Tidy up before you come down. I also want to buy you some night dresses. Its something I forgot. I don't want you sleeping in just your underwear.
I quickly got dressed and picked the clothes up from the floor. I wore a skirt he had requested with some navy tights and a white blouse. I darted down the stairs and we drove off.
I could sense he was annoyed. I had let him down. We went into a department store and he bought us both breakfast. He touched on my attitude and I tried to smooth it over. I knew now that I would have to been on my best behaviour.
We went shopping, or should I say John chose. He bought 3 very frilly white night dresses, and then went to the lingerie section. I am sure some people must think he was a crossdresser as he was the one that showed any interest. He picked out several pairs, all white again with varying styles. Non I would of chosen my self. I really didn't lilke the night dresses either. I had always slept in a t-shirt and knickers before.
On the way back we talked more and after our chat I wanted so much to please him by doing what he asked. On return to his house he sat down in the chair to watch some rugby match. I started in ernest by cleaning the kitchen and dining room. I didn't want to vacuum the lounge as he was watching tv. He called me over and asked for a drink. This sound strange but I really loved to wait on him. It felt right. I didn't actually like the cleaning side but it was pleasing him.
When I bought his drink over it was half time and he put the drink to one side and pulled me onto his lap. It was a surprise and he had never been so forthcoming before. He kissed me for what felt like for ever. Would he go further? I wanted him to. He pulled away and then began to stroke my legs. As he stroked my legs my tights began to pull down slightly and I got one awaful wedgie. It felt strange.
Shortly after the match continued and he told me to carry on with the housework. That was me told!
Later that day I tried to cook tea. John made some comments but I think he liked it. I served it to him and then cleaned the table away. It took my quite some time to clean up and by then John was watching a film on tv. I sat down and after about 10 minutes feeling exhausted after all the cooking and cleaning. I started to watch the film and a sexual scene came on. Nothing too bad but John switched the tv off and told me to go to bed. I asked why and he said he didn't want me watching "this type of stuff". I complained bitterly but he repeated it. I swallowed my pride and went upstairs. As I got to his bedroom I remembered I would be wearing a night dress. I undressed and put away my clothes away and slipped on the night dress. It felt very feminine and I felt very girly as I glanced over to the mirror. I jumped into bed and shortly after John came up, said nothing, kissed me on my head and went the spare room.
Sunday came and I got up on time after going to bed early and cooked him breakfast. It felt good again. I had agreed to see my mum for lunch so John dropped me off shortly after. I remember as he drove off thinking I can't wait to see you again even though I disagree with you. Is this love?
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