The big day

Well after what seemed like years of planning (it was actually about 7 months!) the big day was nearly upon me. I did feel out of it for as my MIL and my mother had decided to organise the whole thing. They saw I was a bit flusterred at times and took this to mean I couldn't cope. Even deciding on the dress was overtaken by the mothers. In the end I just decided on what she liked more than me, it was easier. It was probably the first dress that was bought without John being there. The dress was very traditional. It was a ruffled satin dress with beaded bodice, full sleeves with a chapel train. I thought the first time I tried it on it would be quite heavy but it was suprisingly light but quite restrictive. The MIL paid for the dress which was nice of her but I believe she paid for it so she could have control. Well several alterations were made and after four fitting sessions the big dress was sorted much to my relief.

Although John probed me a bit on the dress he did insist that I wore traditional hoisery. I really wanted to go bare legged as I new I would be hot but this was out of the question. His mother even chose the hoisery and underwear. She chose a satin style thong to my surprise, a floral styled bodice basque with suspender attachments and three pairs of white slightly patterned stockings. The shoes were rather plain. John did try and get me to go for a pair of heels but knowing how much standing I would doing I really wanted a pair of ballet pumps and ended up with a pair of satin pumps which fitted like a glove.

My hen night was rather a low key affair. By now my friendship circle had changed and the wild party nights I once enjoyed were gone but I still had a nice meal and few drinks. Very different to John's stag night. He went to Northern Ireland for the weekend and well that is about as much as I know.

The night before John stayed at his mothers but his mother stayed with me. My mother also stayed the night before. I remember I couldn't sleep a wink the night before. I woke up as soon as the light came through the curtains. It was only about 5 o clock but I just couldn't lie there so I took a nice bath. It must of woken the MIL and my mother up. I dragged myself out of the bath in just a robe to find MIL fully dressed and waiting to dress me. Come I thought, its only quarter to six!

I dried off and she started work on my nails. I just left her to it. Filing, cleaning and painting the dam things. I never really bothered with my nails until meeting John but he liked painted nails so I was sort of use to it now. The hairdresser was booked for 8.30 so I ate a little breakfast but didn't feel like much. Back upstairs my mother had arisen. I was ready to put my under clothes on but didn't want to undress infront of my MIL. Nonsense she said, you have got nothing to hide my girl, come on, now. Oh well, me told. I dropped my towel, thining who cares and then I realised my mother probably doesn't know I shave down there. I could see the suprise on her face when she looked. She didn't say anything though. I slipped on the basque, knickers and rolled up the suspenders and mother clipped them on. My mother then started to apply some foundation and make-up. The pampering went on for what seemed like ages until the door bell went. The hairdresser at last. Another hour went by and by this time my two bridesmaids had arrived. These were Johns cousins children, aged 10 and 7. They were really excited.

"Putting the dress on time" had arrived and I was helped with this. Mother had bought me a tiara and at last the veil. This was one thing that had caused some arguments. I didn't want a veil but John and his mother had said I had to wear a veil. The veil fell well below the shoulder, much too long than I wanted.

It took about 3 hours to get ready and we due to leave for the church at 11:30 so I was actually early but the car taking us was actually late so we kept with tradition. Dad helped me into the car with my mother and family driving ahead.

I was by now quite nervous as we approached the church. Well here we go I thought. The next time I come outside this church I will be married to John.

I don't remember much about walking up the aisle, I do recall everyone standing and watching me, something I didn't like. I am much a person that doesn't draw attention to ones self. It was great to see John waiting for me and he complimented me on my dress, as he should! The service was lovely and even the vows went smoothly. Yes I did the traditional vows of love, honour and obey. John raised my veil and kissed me. It felt wonderful, I was actually married now.

The reception was a touch too formal for me, but it was nice. It was organised by the MIL. It was held at a grand manor house with lovely gardens but the rain put a stop to any outside photographs. My fathers speech made me cry, it really was well put together and touched me. It suprised me. The best mans speech made reference to Johns pre marriage days much to his horror.

The first dance went lovely too and I was glad I was wearing ballet pumps now. John lowered my veil for the dance, I don't know why but I didn't want to argue so left it down. As the night went on I had a few drinks too many and was feeling a bit giddy. John had only consumed a few drinks but was eager to leave the reception to go to the bridal suite. When we were leaving he again asked me to lower my veil. Why I said? Because I want you too, you look so innocent and submissive with your veil down. Most guests had drank too much by now so no comments were made about my veil.

The bridal suite was well away from the reception, so far away you couldn't even hear the music. He picked me, put me over his shoulders and carried me into the room.

He took some photos of me in my wedding dress and asked me to remove my gloves and shoes. He then started to touch my vagina through the wedding dress before asking me to remove it. It took a while before I was standing there in my stockings, bodice, veil and knickers. I always felt a bit uneasy about him taking pictures of me half dressed but posed for him anyway. He took a loads of photos before lifting me onto the bed. It was a lovely time. He took his time, there was no rushing and he held me in his arms and kissed me before making love. It felt very special and he made it special this time. We both fell asleep afterwards, both exhausted from the days events.

John woke me early in the next morning for oral sex, which I of course obliged. He was a bit more forceful than last night, I think his needs were clearly priority. He finished his way with a facial and wouldn't let me go the bathroom to wash. Oh I so wanted to but he insisted. I think it was only about five thirty so we drifted back to sleep again.

John wanted an early start to our honeymoon, mainly I think to avoid the guest! He woke up at 6.30 and we showed together. John started to dry me off with his towel and said he wanted me to wear a small butt plug for the journey as as little reminder. I dislike anything really around that area but wanted so much to please so I agreed. At least I was quite lubricated from the shower. Luckily it was quite small and he slowly applied it with me bending over a chair. There was slight discomfort when I stood up but I got use to it. John had chosen my clothes for that day. A gypsy style skirt, light blue blouse with a cardigan and brown tights. He wanted my hair in tied back in two's which I did for him.

We had a small breakfast in our room and then off into the car for the drive to Scotland for our honeymoon. No fancy foregin holiday, but that didn't bother me. Now I was married my first week of married life lay ahead.

Marriage prep

Having no experience of arranging a marriage and a very excited MIL who wanted to take over it seemed easier to let her make some of the arrangements. To my surprise she even teamed up with my mum to work out table plans, menus etc. John had organised the venue and the church was arranged through his mother. It kept me busy in the week as Linda (MIL) always popped around in the afternoon to update me.

I was always try to keep the house in order by cleaning, washing, ironing and some of the gardening. John banned me from cutting grass, he deems this mans work.

John does has a habit of pointing out problems but said I was learning and by the time we would be married I would be a proper house wife in his eyes. He said if he didn't point things out I wouldn't know. I suppose that makes sense.

I felt in a whirlwind as everyone around me made arrangements for my special day. John had also told me not to cut my hair as he wanted it long. MIL had started to arrange to have my nails done every week by her friends neice but I didn't really like. She came around and tutted at the state of my bitten nails and spent a good hour and half filing and paint them much to MIL and even my own mothers delight. I think they thought I loved all this attention but I didn't really.

John had started to work late at night and they had food bought into the office so for a few nights I didn't have to cook for him. He turned into a sort of animal, only requiring sex, sleep and breakfast. He would come in when I was in bed, strip off, clothes dumped and jump into bed. He would raise my nightdress and make love to me and then fall asleep.

I got annoyed after a while and texted him at work explaining how I felt. To my suprise he came home shortly after with a lovely bunch of flowers. It sort of went some way to apologise. The lunch after was nice. We talked loads just like we did when we first met. He told me how much he loved me and how excited he was that I would soon be his wife and share his name, his home..everything.

I was now accepting my role as houswife and John had sort of built up the role. I looked forward to his return, I even had started to take pride in washing and ironing his clothes. Until that was my was judgement slipped. It was a Tuesday from memory, everything was done, the MIL had gone away that day with a friend and I was bored, hormonal and a bit excited. I started surfing the net and well came across some soft porn and this was how it started. I got excited by it, more than I should. Well this went of for some days, and I ended up spending 3 to 4 hours a day on the net. I even started to drink a glass or two of wine with my surfing sessions and although I felt guilty I had an urge to view more. Yes it is very preditable what happened next I got caught. Monday afternoon and I was sitting at the computer in just my tights and slip, something I often did at night as John liked it.  I was so ingrossed in a movie I was watching I had no idea John had pulled up and come into the house. I didn't even hear the door. And there he was behind me. I froze. I really didn't know what to say.

He didn't go mad, he didn't shout. He was very disappointed though. He thought I was this innoncent girl who he had cherished and nutured. I explained it was my fault and that I was wrong and I was under stress because of the wedding. The wedding bit didn't work because all the arrangements were made by my and his mother. He felt that I had too much free time and I had not taken on the role of housewife properly, just played at the job. Well the talking went on and on and tears were shed by me and for the first real time I realised how much I want this marriage, how much I want him and how much I now understand my role and his role. He wants me to show my vulnerability, he wants me to let go. He also said he blamed himself for not giving me enough responsibilities but said he would fix this. In conclusion the only conclusion was something I had been dreading a spanking. I had agreed to this and he said he would spank me the following evening.

Those 24 hours dragged on. All I could think of was my punishment but I knew I deserved it. I seemed to watch the clock all day. Eventually he came in. He kissed me and told me to go to the bedroom. He followed shortly with a kitchen chair. He placed the kitchen chair in the middle of the room and told me to go over his lap. I did this without hesitation and lowered by body onto this. My hands were resting on the carpet and I waiting for the next move. It seemed like ages passed and then I felt him  lifting my dress up. I was also wearing 60 denier tights and wondered if he would lower this. He talked at me first, well I say talked, I didn't really answer, he just gave the reasons for his spanking and then he started to smack my bottom. After the first few I felt the stingy pain and felt mye eyes go watery. He then lowered my tights and my panties. I felt really exposed by now but was more bothered about the spanking.  He spanked again, usually changing between my two bottom cheeks.. I tried to use my hand to protect my bottom but he moved it away. On it went until suddenly he stopped. He told me to stand up and my dress dropped down, my tights and panties still in the wrong place. I sat on his knee and he hugged me. I remember that hug, it felt lovely. Suddenly everything felt okay again. This was certaintly one way to sort problems out. No rows or sulks (well from him anyway). I knew I had corner time as we had discussed this. I move to corner of the bedroom and sat there with my bottom on fire. He left the room but I didn't want to get up, I wanted to complete my punishment and make him proud. It seemed forever but he came back after 15 minutes and I composed myself. Thinking that was all over I was mistaken. Grounded! I was sent to bed after tea and grounded for the next week which meant cancelling a night out with my friend. I didn't say the reason why. 

 Well, lesson learnt I suppose and it did teach me, I have never been on dodgy sites since. Not actually possible though, John in his wisdom but a block on certain sites.

So what did I feel after my spanking, apart from the pain? Well actually very loved, very cared for and I really really loved our cuddle after. I also felt like I was at school, even though we were never smacked at school the feeling was one of having very few responsibilties, but the ones you do have are punishable. Whilst I really hoped that would be something I would not repeat deep down I knew I would end up over his lap again.

Loving and obeying

It was quite obvious to me that my wedding vows would include the line of love, honour and obey. Since I moved in and had been learning to obey John and be a submissive partner to him in training for a wedding day in which I would then be hopefully a submissive wife.

When I became a homemaker it gave me a lot of time to think. One question I asked was, I am happier now than before I met John? Of course I am. He is loving, kind and protective and nurturing. I love the feeling of security and also (hopefully) adding to his happiness by submitting to him and his leadership. But here I am writing this wearing a skirt, frilly blouse, ballet pumps and tights. I would not be wearing these clothes if it was my choice by I wear them because John wants me to and likes me in girly clothes.

The other point is my behaviour. My behaviour sometimes gets out of control and has done long before I met John. Perhaps all I needed was guidance and control. John takes control to protect me and my well being. Example, we were eating out for the third time in 10 days and I wanted to a huge dessert at the end but John chose for me and didn't allow me a dessert because he felt I had over eaten far too much that week. I would of happly eaten that cake but was glad that John made the decision that enough is enough!

I know full well that my obedience pleases John and in a way I belong to him. He will guide my behaviour. I mean how many times have women asked their OH if they look fat in this outfit, or does this outfit suit me. Most men just lie. Although I still really struggle with clothes and feminine wear I know John likes what I wear because he has chosen it. He has spent time and effort and money buying me these clothes and he loves my apperance.

John and I have spent hours talking about things. That is one thing I like, John talks about his feelings and his desires. What he wants etc. So I knew I was not going into this with my eyes clothes.

In our relationship I submit to John and there are times when I struggle with this. He is the head of the house.. As said I will take my vows in front of everyone and obey will be in them.  I want to obey John and I want to be accountable. Accountable in our relationship does mean discipline.

 I think there are many kinds of discipline, every one has its place. Of course I don't enjoy pain and for that reason is why I should try and avoid it. Rather strange though I find the idea of discipline acceptable with John. Its a strange one for me but I suppose it shows how very different men and women are. It makes me feel cared for and loved and shows he is stronger and I suppose it is a very close act between two people.

When I have done something wrong, been lazy or misbehaved I am upset with myself and dissapointed. The act of discipline will correct this. It is very special and can only be done by John.

Trust is very important and I trust John. I trust him to guide me and when required punish me. He punishes me because he loves me and won't hurt me and I trust him with this. Spanking in our relationship is a last resort. It is not done for sexual aides and its only performed after discussion. I know spanking can be a big thing in some relationships but its not really a big deal in ours.

The mother in law

I can't really remember the first weeks when I moved it but I remember getting into a routine. I did certain jobs on certain days and wanted to turn my role as a homemaker into a job. It did anger me a little when John walked in thinking at times I had done nothing. I am expected to cook the meals and wash up after but yes I like looking after him, especially if he has had a long stressful day at work.

One day, quite unexpected, my dad popped around. It was nice to see him. We had a lovely chat but he did tell me some home truths. Things were said that he would never be able to say to me a few months ago. Basically he said I should embrace my role as a housewife (not yet a wife). I was never going to have a sucessful career and my job was going no where. But here was John providing for me. My dad doesn't actually know how strict John can be but I think he had a clue. Everyone knew how I had changed my apperance from this tomboy to a feminine girly girl but most people assumed this change was all me.

"Why can't I just wear jeans sometimes". I blurted out to my dad. "Because Kate, he wants to see you in in a lovely dress or pretty skirt. You don't get that affect in a pair of tight jeans and remember how you complained about your last boyfriends who showed no interest?"

He had a point, John was so loving compared to my last realtionships. I enjoyed our chat and felt happier about myself.

Later that evening John turned up and I asked if I could go out with the girls from the office. Someone else was leaving and they planned to go for something to eat and then off to a club. Great to catch up. No was the answer in part. John didn't want me to go clubbing and mentioned the people were a bad influence. In the end he took me out for a meal which was actually really nice but I did think it would be nice for night with the girls.

John the announced that every Tuesday his mother would be visiting to take me out shopping and to start to plan for our wedding. He had started to open up a bit about his mother and even told me what to wear when she comes around. Skirts were out, it would have to a this horrible linen floral dress with glossy stockings and heels. I still disliked being told what to wear but by now agreed to it. John was not telling me what to wear everyday, he would would just choose a skirt or dress if we were eating out.

John was in a flutter that Tuesday morning and stood over me while I got dressed. He told me to wear my hair in two plaits but I said no. This started a little argument but he did not insist. He went off to work and about an hour later the MIL arrived! Johns mother is called Linda and at the time that was all I knew about her. She kissed me as I opened the door and commented on my dress. To my shock she then touched my leg and I felt my suspender belt push in. "Good, I hate girls wearing tights, that's a sign of a lady". I didn;t say I hated tights and stockings to her.

She went into the kitchen and just started cleaning the work surfaces. I thought they were clean. Soon after we went into town. We looked at several wedding dresses, none really I liked but she took her fancy to one and even phoned up my mum to discuss it. I didn't even knew they talked but apparently they had been out to lunch. We had lunch and then she bought some undies and a skirt. She asked if I was okay for essentials but decided I wasn't and into the basket went some stockings.

Later that afternoon she drove me to the WI. Oh no, I am too young for the womens institute. I would rather be at work than this. Expecting the room to be filled with the over 70's I was surprised. Well it was mainly older people but there was a women there my age(ish). Her name is Louise and her mother dragged along to 6 months ago and she now comes every week. I think this was a set-up but it worked. Finially someone to talk to. Okay, quick fact file, Louise is 35, married with 2 girls under 5. Her husband is a doctor and has similair views as John. I have never seen her in jeans, even when she hads  kids and she moans a lot about her husband and her mother in law. Sounds too familiar.

All in all I suppose it wasn't a bad day with the MIL. She cooked tea in the evening, I think she thought I wasn't feeding her son properly. I couldn't wait for her go though. As soon as her car was off the drive John turned the TV and told me to slip out of my dress. I said can't we go upstairs but he was already stripping off. I took my dress off and I felt very vunerable and shy but that didn't stop John. I prefer the bedroom but the settee had to do this time. It was nice.

Well I learnt that the Tuesday meeting with MIL was a fixture from now on, looks like my Tuesdays would never be the same again.

Moving in

Since I was made redudant things moved fast. I often thought of the words Lorna said to my a few days before I left but things were a whirlwind.

John wanted me to move in straight away so I began by moving some of stuff over and by the middle of the week I moved in. It was quite sad leaving home but I was also very excited. Most of my new clothes were at John's house so I didn't take many clothes over and John had said he wanted to take me shopping again soon. Can't wait I thought.

One thing that did strike me was John had appeared a bit more bossy with me on the days since I left work but I think he was stressed with his job and me moving in. I moved in on the Thursday and John had taken the day off which was nice. He picked me in the afternoon and I was wearing jeans and an old t-shirt mainly because I was cleaning my bedroom out. He didn't say anything but I could read his mind.

On arrival at his house he picked me and put me in a firearms lift and carried me over the threashold. That was fun. He took me up to his bedroom where a bottle of champagne awaited. I could get use to this. He dropped me on the bed and told me to take off my jeans. I said I was oky wearing them, trying to push my luck but he insisted again. Off they came. "And the socks and t-shirt Kate". By the time he had finished I was naked on the bed awaiting his next order!. He disappeared with my clothes and came back, without a word dropped his trousers and boxers. Okay, what now I thought. He cupped his hand behind my head which meant only one thing, oral sex. He directed me without saying a word to come off the bed, so I knelt down on the floor so I was almost level and did my best. On it went and I tried my best again but I didn't really enjoy it. He guided my head again and again until he withdrew and titled my chin upwards and with his finger opened my mouth. I hated facials, but he grunted out and several spurts shot out and dripped over my face. What is the point of them? They are messy and horrible but I suppose they are a very submissive act. John then calmly went to the bathroom and ran a bath for me. I couldn't wait. He then reminded me to shave. How nice.

The rest of the day was spent putting my stuff away whilst John worked on his laptop, Great day off for him! In the evening I cooked for him but felt a bit miffed as I had to do the washing up as well whilst he watched tv. I was exhausted! The night was lovely. We went to bed early and well did what couples do. Well actually John told me to go to bed before him and he insisted I wore my night dress. By the time he came up I was almost asleep. I was awaked by his needs though but it was a lovely night.

The next morning I realised what this change would mean. No more trousers or jeans for me. John told me to wear a pleated skirt I hadn't worn before. It was a bit like a school skirt, quite horrible. I had to wear it with blue ribbed tights, nice and a frilly blouse with my black bow pumps. I made up some breakfast for John and he left me a list of housework. He said he didn't want me leaving my job to slob around, I was going to work as a proper housewife which meant cleaning, cooking, washing, everything, except the heavy duty stuff.

When the door shut behind I started on my jobs. I really wanted to impress him. I soon found out this was harder than going to work. Several loads of washing, then cleaning the cooker and kitchen following by the two bathrooms. I made some some lunch whilst I was preparing tea. By the time John walked in I was exhausted. He came in with some flowers which was lovely but then flopped in the chair. I served him a glass of wine and wanted to take away the stress of his day which he appreicated.

I served tea and he made some comments about the food and then went back to the lounge. I washed up and joined him and we curled up on the settee which was lovely.After the news John told me to go to bed as he wanted to watch a film. I grumbled a bit but in away how nice it felt to be cherised and looked after. He was protecting me from something he felt unsuitable. I didn't want to argue and left for bed. Some hours later he came up and the process started again. He didn't talk to me, he simply lifted my night dress and made love to me in the way he wanted to. I was learning that I was here for him and I was serving his needs. My needs were secondary. At least I was pleasing him which was nice.

So this is really how the structure started. I had so much to learn but I enjoyed waiting for John to come home. It was strange but I did miss work. Not really the work but the office gossip, the chat, the banter, the talk with the girls. Here I now was in a skirt or dress, cooking, cleaning and the doing the washing and ironing. Yes I missed work but could never tell John this.

Next steps

I didn't see John for a few days after our weekend away as he was away with work. We chatted on the phone and sent each other texts. I was really missing him . What I wasn't missing was the skirts and dresses. I didn't wear a skirt to work that week and did feel a little guility but did feel free and it only took a few minutes to get dressed. As I am usually late for work it saved time not bothering with skirts and the like.

I was supposed to see John on Friday night but he was very late back so I arranged to see him Saturday morning. I remeber slipping on the only dress I kept at my house with a pair of sheer tights. Mom had gone out shopping so I wouldn't have the usual comments from her. Dad came in and acted a bit funny and kissed me. Not something he usually does but didn't think too much of it at the time, I was running late again. Then the door bell went! John was early. Dad answered the door and talked some stuff to John, I couldn't hear what they were saying. I lept down the stairs and John kissed me. It was great seeing him

When we got in the car John kissed me again and put his hand on my leg and thanked me for wearing a dress and tights. We drove back to this house and he led inside as he always does and we sat down. We kissed for a bit and then out of the blue he fumbled in his pocked and pulled out a ring box. I honestly didn't expect it to be an engagement ring, thinking it would be some ear rings or something. It was a very simple, will you marry me. He didn't get down on one knee or anything, just came out with it. I was very, very shocked, it was the last thing I expected. He mentioned the talking to my dad was about it. He asked my father first which was nice. I said yes of course. This was the first time I was asked my a man for marriage. I must of made an impression last weekend.

The following day John said we would visit his mother. Something I had sort of dreaded, I don't know why. He dropped little hints about her and I sort of had a picture of a stern woman in my mind. I didn't stay over that night so John picked me on Sunday morning.

We went back to his house and he told me to change into a dress after having a shower. This annoyned me a little as I had spent time before he picked me up getting ready but he wanted me to wear this dress so I agreed. The dress was a linen maxi dress, one I had tried on ages ago but until now never worn. He also insisted I wore my navy ribbed tights which I kicked up a fuss about.

I looked okay and John said I looked lovely. He didn't say much on the way to his mothers.

She lived in a smallish detached house some miles away. She lives on her own. From the outside it was very well kept. We went to the front door and John walked in. I was quite nervous. John's mom then came out of the kitchen. She is a smallish lady with a thick perm. She kissed me on the cheek before John could introduce us.

We went into the front room and John and his mother talked. She didn't say much to me. We had lunch, a typical sunday roast affair. Throughout the meal she talked about our engagement. She asked if I had looked at any dresses yet and said he would come along when I choose. Jumping the gun a bit, we hadn't even set a date yet.

I felt she didn't talk to me much, she spoke to John quite a lot and at times snapped at him about stuff. First impressions, she seemed nice but quite firm and set in her ways. As I always find in older peoples homes it was boiling and I was glad to get out to cool down.

When we got home I felt bloated. John wanted to watch the grand prix and he flopped into the chair. It felt really strange but I wanted to wait on him, cherish him in a small way to pay back for all the nice things he had done for me. He appreicated it but got annoyed as I tried to talk to him when whilst he was watching tv so he told me to go upstairs and have a rest on the bed which I did.

Next morning I was back to my usual routine. It did mean putting on a skirt and tights. Annoying it felt!. This was no ordinary morning at work. When I got there a staff meeting had been called for our department. The long and short of it was the company was doing badly and redundancies were required. The meeting went on for ages. I meant John for lunch and told him. He kinda of new but told me to accept the offer. I didn't want to but he said there was no way he wanted me working when I was married and this was a good time to leave if the company as itwas making people redundant. We talked about money, well I mentioned it but he said he would sort the financies out and he didn't want me to worry about it. He then said I should move in with him now we are officially "pre-married". All this over lunch. He was quite stern in his decisions and I knew that I had to accept the offer as John would be really annoyed and I did want to move in with him but it felt like I was loosing my independence.

Anyway I went into my managers office. She had been my manager since I joined. Lorna was mid 50's and had sort of mothered me when I joined as a teenager. She was a little shocked about my quick decision and we talked about me and John. She asked if it was my decision or John's and I said it was a joint decision. She touched on the fact that John was a strong character and was I doing the right thing? Of course I said how happy I was and now I could move in with him, but when I finially closed the door I did have my doubts.

Our first night away

John sprung a sort of suprise weekend away on the Wednesday and told me we would be going away from Friday until Monday. It was a bit of a hassle getting the Monday off work but I managed to sweet talk my supervisor.

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.