The last few weeks of dating appeared a bit strained. John got more and more annoyed with himself more than me that I was at work. He was desperate for me to move in and leave my job but didn't want to rush things. In hindsight if he had of rushed things I would of gone along with it, the thought of a career change from a glorifed typist to a housewife appealed to me at the time. Part of his annoyance was my slight bending of his rules. He bought me a work suit which he asked me to wear with navy opaque tights, ballet flats and a selection of blouses. I was the talk of the office when I walked in wearing a skirt, most of the girls hadn't seen me in a skirt before. On the days I knew I wouldn't see him at work I would wear trousers to work. I got caught out of course. He often had meetings cancelled and on the drive home would tell me off for breaking an agreement. Anyway he wanted me to move in so he could ensure I would always be in
appropriate feminine wear. His argument for making me wear girly clothes was the more I wore them that faster I would get use to them and like to wear them, even look forward to it. Somehow it didn't work like that for me.
Anyway getting back to the our first weekend away. Would this be the weekend it would happen I thought? As usual John picked me up. I thought we would go back to his house first so I could pack but we drove off. He told me had purchased all my clothes for this weekend. Typical John he had planned it for weeks but told me at the last minute.
We both left work at lunchtime. The journey took ages and after several hours we finially arrived. I was expecting a grand hotel but in fact it was a small country hotel. Our room was not in the main hotel. The hotel had small seperate rooms and we were shown to a lovely converted stable. It was actually very big, with a lovely bathroom, lounge and balcony over looking rolling hills. I had never stayed in anything like this before. It wasn't over the top, but very discreet.
When we arrived a wedding reception was taking place. John informed me to have a bath and be ready for a pre-booked beauty session. He also reminded me to shave down there. I had actually done this the day before but he still reminded me. I asked where he was off to, and he had a booked himself a clay piegeon shoot. I asked if I could go, always wanted to have a shoot but he said it wasn't a womans activity and I should concentrate on getting ready.
I took a lovely bath, watching the time so I would be out of the bath before my spa treatment arrived. I dried off and slipped into a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom and then looked at what was hanging by the bedroom. A purple layered monoco dress. If I had of seen a dress like this in a shop it would of been the one I would of walked past. I mean it was a nice dress but not the one I thought I could carry off. Next to the dress was an ivory lace suspender belt, matching thong and ivory stockings. He had also bought a pair of 4 inch court shoes. A small note was left on the side, which I kept. "Hope you like it!" Hmm, can't hurt his feelings.
Shortly after there was a knock at the door and my spa treatment had arrived. I was expecting a young woman, don't know why but a lady I would say in here 50's walked in. She introudced herself and got to work on my nails which had never seen any treatment other than my teeth. John had even chosen my nail design. I sat there as she worked away and yes they did look good after she had finished. She then applied a light treatment to my face. She then asked if I would like help to apply make up as it was in the price. I refused to begin with, pretending that I could easily apply it myself. She pursuaded me and I was glad, I never was good at makeup. She applied the mascara and then a light tone lippy. She even messed about with my hair to make it look more presentable. I left it loose, I didn't want to tie it back. By now I had actually began to like here. "Come on then lets get you dressed". I shyly got the underwear and dress from the bedroom. She complimented me on the outfit. I had no choice but to take off my robe. She didn't say a word. "You must be careful with these stockings they are very fine. I can see your other half has chosen this! I began to put the thong on when she stopped me. "No, you put the garter belt on first then the panties over it. You don't want to be taking off you stockings when you go to the bathroom." Lesson learnt. I slipped on the garter belt and then carefully rolled up the stockings. They were very fine and I was scared of laddering them. My assistant helped my attach the belts to the stockings, something that would of taken me ages. I didn't care much for the stockings, it would of been much easier going bare legged. Finially the dress. She helped me into and positioned it to fit. I stepped into the shoes and my feet slipped slightly. My stocking feet against the new shoes didn't work. I felt very fragile, like if I moved I would rip something. Perhaps that was what John wanted? The by now lovely lady who had helped me so much complimented me again and left. I sat down in front of the mirror and looked back at myself. This was the first time I was dressed like. Here I was dressing for my man, dressing to please him, submitting to him,. I had a mix of emotions and feelings.
Shortly after John came in. More compliments and he even took some photos of me. He told me not to move whilst he quickly showered and changed. I waited for him. It wasn't long before he popped out of the bathroom looking very smart. How I wished it would take me 10 minutes to get ready. He put his arm into mine and we walked to the dining room for our evening meal.
I was nervous as John held the dining room door open. I quickly glanced around and there were a few couples, non of whom were dressed up like me. Most wore a dress though. The waiter showed us to our table and moved the chair back from the table. How posh I thought. When I sat down I could feel one of the suspender belts. It wasn't painful, just annoying. The wine was ordered and John again paid some lovely compliments to me. I did feel a bit like his dressed up doll, but I liked the way it pleased him.
I can't remember exactly what we spoke about throughout the meal, the only point I do remember was John chose for me. He did choose well but he didn't ask me, just ordered! Good job I liked fish.
Typical me I looked forward to the dessert. The starter and main were nice but the dessert was out of this world. I wasn't tipsy as John only ordered 1 bottle of wine and said that was enough for both of us. We didn't have coffee afterwards, perhaps John wanted to go back to the room. Before we left the table I got butterflys in the my stomach. I knew that shortly our relationship would be going to another level. John got up first and held his hand out. I grasped it and we walked back to the room. He again unlocked the door and opened it for me to go in first. He shut it behind him and locked it. As it was old hotel it didn't have the digital locks. He took hold of me hand again and led me into the bedroom. Stand there he said. He fumbled in his bag and out came the camera. He took a few shots of me all dressed up again! I stood there, now feeling really nervous. Your nervous aren't you, he said. I shook my head. Don't worry, this is going to be very special.
Take your shoes off and put them away. I did as I was told. Relief I thought as my feet were freeded from the heels. He then came up from behind me and kissed the back of my neck. It felt lovely. He did this for a while before unzipping my dress. He didn't tell me to step out of it, I just did so as it began to feel very loose as the zip came apart. I hung the dress up as John sat on the bed and then turned around with me just wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings. He stood up again and went behind me to unclasp my bra. There was no fumbling with John, one attempt and the bra loosed. I removed my arms and he put the bra on the side. He put his arms over my breasts and touched them for the first time. It felt nice. He then moved his hands down and slowly began to lower my thong. It dropped to the floor and he guided me to the bed. I climed onto the high bed and looked at John. He just stood there and then came over and kissed me for ages. I loved it, it was love, a feeling I had never felt.
John was still clothed at this time and I was half hoping he would either tell me to take off my stockings or he would remove them. The other half of me realised this was unlikely. But when was he going to get undressed? He then told me to turn around on the bed. I said what?, come on Kate, head against the bedboard and put the lovely bottom in the air. Off all the areas of my body I feel conscious about its my bum. I know its too big, I dislike it, its out of place. Can't we go under the covers I suggested. No was the answer. He wanted full view of everything. There would be no fumbling in the dark this time. I turned around with my head facing the bed board and ahem, well got on all fours. John then positioned my legs so my bum was well in the air. I didn't like the fact I couldn't see him. I wanted him to kiss me again and see his eyes, but this was a little odd I thought. He then began to circle his finger around my vagina. It was already a little wet and he commented on it. It felt wonderful what he was doing. I thought what if I orgasm now? He continued and then removed his finger and lightly circled my bottom. It felt okay, but I always had that area as no go area. I let him continue when I felt a second finger back in my vagina. This sort of compensated for what he was doing around my bottom. This went out for some time and I was very close to joy when he he removed his finger from my inside me. I so wanted him to continue. He then said, "You are going to please me in anyway I wish aren't you princess?" I said yes in a hope he would finish things off. He continued with teasing my bottom, each time going a little deeper. He then stopped and I could hear clothes falling to the ground. I stayed in position waiting for his voice.
He then turned me around and I finially saw him naked. He had a nice body, well of course I am going to say that! He had a erection, and to me anyway I thought, wow thats quite big. I had hoped he would refrain from me having to do oral sex. I never liked it and wanted to try and start our sexual side of things by not doing it. He moved up close and tucked his hand behind my hair to guide me towards it. I slightly shook my head which he picked up. He didn't say anything and I though I can't not do it. I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed my head towards his penis. When it was inside I didn't know what to do. I just sort of froze. He pulled out and said, I can see you haven't done this before. How patronising! He then told me to kiss the side of it and lightly kiss the tip. I followed his instuctions and he seemed to like it but I knew I wasn't doing it properly. He stopped giving instructions and just used his hands to reposition me. I tried my best and I think he liked it but looking back now I can see I wasn't very good.
The oral sex went on for what seemed ages until he pulled away all together. I thought I had done something wrong but he didn't say anything. I layed back not knowing quite what to do. He then positioned himself on top of me and it well, just slipped in after a few goes. He started off slowly and the pace fastened as he went deeper. What did feel nice was the closeness of it all, the feeling I was pleasing him. He lasted much longer than any previous experience but what unsettled me a little was no contraception. I wasn't on the pill and I thought he would use a condom. I had just had my cycle only a few days ago so I hoped this would be okay.
I was a bit huffed when he pulled out and went to the bathroom. Not much thought for me!. He came back after a while, kissed me on my forehead and then told me to put my nightdress on and yes I could take off my stockings! I went to the bathroom and slipped the hoisery off and slipped into the night dress. I was too tired by this point to moan about wearing it. I climbed back into bed to Johns snoring.! Looks like he really was worn out. I feel asleep quite soon after, and quite very happy.
John was up before me as usual. He had ordered room service and I had heard the door close as the accepted the lovely breakfast. I jumped out of the bed and John told me off for not putting on my dressing gown before eating breakfast. I put on the robe and sat at the table. John fed me a few grapes and I picked at some fruit when there was another knock at the door. John told me to go back to the bedroom. Why I asked. Because I don't want anyone seeing you half dressed, even though he was! I did as I was told. It was just the waiter who had forgotten the milk. I came back into the room and finished off the breakfast. We drank champagne as well which made feel very dizzy first thing in the morning. I could so get use to this. When breakfast was finished he picked up my hand and led me back into the bedroom. He told me to put on a pair of fishnet holdups and said these are only for the bedroom. I don't want you to wear these outside.
That statement seemed strange but I did as I was told and went to the bedroom to get ready. John was alread in bed when I got out. His eyes went like saucers when he saw me.. I felt a little shy. He patted the bed and I jumped up. Here it all goes again I thought. He was a man of few orders, but before he got started on me again he said I was naught to be wearing fish nets! He told me to wear them! This was the first time John took me the other way if you know what I mean and no I don't mean orally. I was glad he took his time with lubrication. It took a long time and he was gentle as he could see I was a little distressed but I so wanted to do it to please him. Boy did it hurt at the start but it got easier and when he was in full flow and I enjoyed pleasing him.
After a morning of love making we both showered and John had picked out a knee length skirt with a pair of brown cable knit tights, another flowery blouse and a pair of ballet flats. Anything but heels! He asked me to tie my hair back which was no problem. The afternoon was spent at a local park which was lovely and very romantic, walking around holding hands.
We came back to the hotel room and John undressed me again and we made love. More oral sex again and I tried again to please him. We must of spent a couple of hours in bed and I was quite exhausted by the end of it, thinking what a high sex drive he had.
John had a booked himself into an croquet game at the hotel and I was told to go down to the lawn to watch him after my spa treatment. Not another spa treatment I thought but I didn't say anything as I didn't want to upset him. He told me to wear a maxi dress when I returned from the spa, a pair of tan stockings and heels. The spa treatment lasted around 40 minutes and I went back to the room and changed. Again it took me far too long to clasp the stockings to the belt but I got there in the end. I walked over to the croquet lawn and watched John. I never understood the rules of croquet and got a little bored but I know John wanted me there.
After John had finished he walked me back to the hotel room commenting on how nice I looked. I was getting using to the comments! I remember it was close to our evening dinner and I had to change and have shower. When we got to the room John sat me down on the bed and took this trousers and boxers off. Okay he was standing there half naked, what was I supposed to do? He held my hand and put it on his penis. I could feel it enlarge. He then put it up toward my mouth and placed his hand of my head. The thing with oral sex is I my mind seems to wonder. I don't really like it but I like to please John. John's approach this time was more agrressive. I felt John was teaching me, even though he didn't say much. I remember my neck aching as I stayed in the same position and repated the same actions. All seemed rather mechanical to me. Finially he withdrew and jumped on top of me and continued what I consider the normal way. I was relieved!
The final morning of our stay started in much the same way. Oral sex and the John finishing in the missionary position. It was quite nice start to the morning but I felt a bit left out as I never seemed to reach orgasm, but I liked the fact he was satisifed so I suppose I was doing something right!
I really didn't want to get dressed up for breakfast but John insisted I wore a skirt and tights. I tried in vain to go barelegged but this feel on deaf ears as usual and I was told to wear a pair of opaque tights. How nice! What was nice was breakfast, even though John ordered for me. He did choose right though but did tell me off for gorping at the male waiter. Well he was cute!
I had presumed we had to leave the room by the morning but John had paid extra so we had the room until 4pm. Back in the hotel room John told me to undress and put on a pair of white hold-ups and my night dress. I started to undress in the bedroom but John told me to undress in the bathroom just in case anyone came in. Like they would? I think John wants to be the only person in the whole world to undress me. Once in the bedroom off we went again. He hardly spoke, preferring to re-position me when required. I did at times feel like a doll but loved the fact I was pleasing him by giving him anything he wanted, even though I didn't like some of the stuff he did. It was the longest time I had spent "making love" if that's the correct saying. It was always in the missionary position, John would not like it if I ever went on top or heaven forbid suggested anything sexual. It all finished off lovely and John seemed to have a smile on his face.
Wow, what a weekend it was. I suppose any first weekend away with your new partner is exciting, mine certainly was. I was very slowly learning to be told by John what to wear and what to do. We had a little argument when we were getting ready to go and John insisted I wear opaque tights. I didn't really want to, prefering the thinner stockings but he won in the end.
The drive back was lovely and for the first time I really looked forward to the future. A mixture of happiness and nerves I guess but I was excited either way.
I was nervous as John held the dining room door open. I quickly glanced around and there were a few couples, non of whom were dressed up like me. Most wore a dress though. The waiter showed us to our table and moved the chair back from the table. How posh I thought. When I sat down I could feel one of the suspender belts. It wasn't painful, just annoying. The wine was ordered and John again paid some lovely compliments to me. I did feel a bit like his dressed up doll, but I liked the way it pleased him.
I can't remember exactly what we spoke about throughout the meal, the only point I do remember was John chose for me. He did choose well but he didn't ask me, just ordered! Good job I liked fish.
Typical me I looked forward to the dessert. The starter and main were nice but the dessert was out of this world. I wasn't tipsy as John only ordered 1 bottle of wine and said that was enough for both of us. We didn't have coffee afterwards, perhaps John wanted to go back to the room. Before we left the table I got butterflys in the my stomach. I knew that shortly our relationship would be going to another level. John got up first and held his hand out. I grasped it and we walked back to the room. He again unlocked the door and opened it for me to go in first. He shut it behind him and locked it. As it was old hotel it didn't have the digital locks. He took hold of me hand again and led me into the bedroom. Stand there he said. He fumbled in his bag and out came the camera. He took a few shots of me all dressed up again! I stood there, now feeling really nervous. Your nervous aren't you, he said. I shook my head. Don't worry, this is going to be very special.
Take your shoes off and put them away. I did as I was told. Relief I thought as my feet were freeded from the heels. He then came up from behind me and kissed the back of my neck. It felt lovely. He did this for a while before unzipping my dress. He didn't tell me to step out of it, I just did so as it began to feel very loose as the zip came apart. I hung the dress up as John sat on the bed and then turned around with me just wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings. He stood up again and went behind me to unclasp my bra. There was no fumbling with John, one attempt and the bra loosed. I removed my arms and he put the bra on the side. He put his arms over my breasts and touched them for the first time. It felt nice. He then moved his hands down and slowly began to lower my thong. It dropped to the floor and he guided me to the bed. I climed onto the high bed and looked at John. He just stood there and then came over and kissed me for ages. I loved it, it was love, a feeling I had never felt.
John was still clothed at this time and I was half hoping he would either tell me to take off my stockings or he would remove them. The other half of me realised this was unlikely. But when was he going to get undressed? He then told me to turn around on the bed. I said what?, come on Kate, head against the bedboard and put the lovely bottom in the air. Off all the areas of my body I feel conscious about its my bum. I know its too big, I dislike it, its out of place. Can't we go under the covers I suggested. No was the answer. He wanted full view of everything. There would be no fumbling in the dark this time. I turned around with my head facing the bed board and ahem, well got on all fours. John then positioned my legs so my bum was well in the air. I didn't like the fact I couldn't see him. I wanted him to kiss me again and see his eyes, but this was a little odd I thought. He then began to circle his finger around my vagina. It was already a little wet and he commented on it. It felt wonderful what he was doing. I thought what if I orgasm now? He continued and then removed his finger and lightly circled my bottom. It felt okay, but I always had that area as no go area. I let him continue when I felt a second finger back in my vagina. This sort of compensated for what he was doing around my bottom. This went out for some time and I was very close to joy when he he removed his finger from my inside me. I so wanted him to continue. He then said, "You are going to please me in anyway I wish aren't you princess?" I said yes in a hope he would finish things off. He continued with teasing my bottom, each time going a little deeper. He then stopped and I could hear clothes falling to the ground. I stayed in position waiting for his voice.
He then turned me around and I finially saw him naked. He had a nice body, well of course I am going to say that! He had a erection, and to me anyway I thought, wow thats quite big. I had hoped he would refrain from me having to do oral sex. I never liked it and wanted to try and start our sexual side of things by not doing it. He moved up close and tucked his hand behind my hair to guide me towards it. I slightly shook my head which he picked up. He didn't say anything and I though I can't not do it. I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed my head towards his penis. When it was inside I didn't know what to do. I just sort of froze. He pulled out and said, I can see you haven't done this before. How patronising! He then told me to kiss the side of it and lightly kiss the tip. I followed his instuctions and he seemed to like it but I knew I wasn't doing it properly. He stopped giving instructions and just used his hands to reposition me. I tried my best and I think he liked it but looking back now I can see I wasn't very good.
The oral sex went on for what seemed ages until he pulled away all together. I thought I had done something wrong but he didn't say anything. I layed back not knowing quite what to do. He then positioned himself on top of me and it well, just slipped in after a few goes. He started off slowly and the pace fastened as he went deeper. What did feel nice was the closeness of it all, the feeling I was pleasing him. He lasted much longer than any previous experience but what unsettled me a little was no contraception. I wasn't on the pill and I thought he would use a condom. I had just had my cycle only a few days ago so I hoped this would be okay.
I was a bit huffed when he pulled out and went to the bathroom. Not much thought for me!. He came back after a while, kissed me on my forehead and then told me to put my nightdress on and yes I could take off my stockings! I went to the bathroom and slipped the hoisery off and slipped into the night dress. I was too tired by this point to moan about wearing it. I climbed back into bed to Johns snoring.! Looks like he really was worn out. I feel asleep quite soon after, and quite very happy.
John was up before me as usual. He had ordered room service and I had heard the door close as the accepted the lovely breakfast. I jumped out of the bed and John told me off for not putting on my dressing gown before eating breakfast. I put on the robe and sat at the table. John fed me a few grapes and I picked at some fruit when there was another knock at the door. John told me to go back to the bedroom. Why I asked. Because I don't want anyone seeing you half dressed, even though he was! I did as I was told. It was just the waiter who had forgotten the milk. I came back into the room and finished off the breakfast. We drank champagne as well which made feel very dizzy first thing in the morning. I could so get use to this. When breakfast was finished he picked up my hand and led me back into the bedroom. He told me to put on a pair of fishnet holdups and said these are only for the bedroom. I don't want you to wear these outside.
That statement seemed strange but I did as I was told and went to the bedroom to get ready. John was alread in bed when I got out. His eyes went like saucers when he saw me.. I felt a little shy. He patted the bed and I jumped up. Here it all goes again I thought. He was a man of few orders, but before he got started on me again he said I was naught to be wearing fish nets! He told me to wear them! This was the first time John took me the other way if you know what I mean and no I don't mean orally. I was glad he took his time with lubrication. It took a long time and he was gentle as he could see I was a little distressed but I so wanted to do it to please him. Boy did it hurt at the start but it got easier and when he was in full flow and I enjoyed pleasing him.
After a morning of love making we both showered and John had picked out a knee length skirt with a pair of brown cable knit tights, another flowery blouse and a pair of ballet flats. Anything but heels! He asked me to tie my hair back which was no problem. The afternoon was spent at a local park which was lovely and very romantic, walking around holding hands.
We came back to the hotel room and John undressed me again and we made love. More oral sex again and I tried again to please him. We must of spent a couple of hours in bed and I was quite exhausted by the end of it, thinking what a high sex drive he had.
John had a booked himself into an croquet game at the hotel and I was told to go down to the lawn to watch him after my spa treatment. Not another spa treatment I thought but I didn't say anything as I didn't want to upset him. He told me to wear a maxi dress when I returned from the spa, a pair of tan stockings and heels. The spa treatment lasted around 40 minutes and I went back to the room and changed. Again it took me far too long to clasp the stockings to the belt but I got there in the end. I walked over to the croquet lawn and watched John. I never understood the rules of croquet and got a little bored but I know John wanted me there.
After John had finished he walked me back to the hotel room commenting on how nice I looked. I was getting using to the comments! I remember it was close to our evening dinner and I had to change and have shower. When we got to the room John sat me down on the bed and took this trousers and boxers off. Okay he was standing there half naked, what was I supposed to do? He held my hand and put it on his penis. I could feel it enlarge. He then put it up toward my mouth and placed his hand of my head. The thing with oral sex is I my mind seems to wonder. I don't really like it but I like to please John. John's approach this time was more agrressive. I felt John was teaching me, even though he didn't say much. I remember my neck aching as I stayed in the same position and repated the same actions. All seemed rather mechanical to me. Finially he withdrew and jumped on top of me and continued what I consider the normal way. I was relieved!
The final morning of our stay started in much the same way. Oral sex and the John finishing in the missionary position. It was quite nice start to the morning but I felt a bit left out as I never seemed to reach orgasm, but I liked the fact he was satisifed so I suppose I was doing something right!
I really didn't want to get dressed up for breakfast but John insisted I wore a skirt and tights. I tried in vain to go barelegged but this feel on deaf ears as usual and I was told to wear a pair of opaque tights. How nice! What was nice was breakfast, even though John ordered for me. He did choose right though but did tell me off for gorping at the male waiter. Well he was cute!
I had presumed we had to leave the room by the morning but John had paid extra so we had the room until 4pm. Back in the hotel room John told me to undress and put on a pair of white hold-ups and my night dress. I started to undress in the bedroom but John told me to undress in the bathroom just in case anyone came in. Like they would? I think John wants to be the only person in the whole world to undress me. Once in the bedroom off we went again. He hardly spoke, preferring to re-position me when required. I did at times feel like a doll but loved the fact I was pleasing him by giving him anything he wanted, even though I didn't like some of the stuff he did. It was the longest time I had spent "making love" if that's the correct saying. It was always in the missionary position, John would not like it if I ever went on top or heaven forbid suggested anything sexual. It all finished off lovely and John seemed to have a smile on his face.
Wow, what a weekend it was. I suppose any first weekend away with your new partner is exciting, mine certainly was. I was very slowly learning to be told by John what to wear and what to do. We had a little argument when we were getting ready to go and John insisted I wear opaque tights. I didn't really want to, prefering the thinner stockings but he won in the end.
The drive back was lovely and for the first time I really looked forward to the future. A mixture of happiness and nerves I guess but I was excited either way.
