Real Life Stories - April 2012

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As soon as my decree became absolute we were married. For the ceremony I insisted he wear under his suit a waspie and long French knickers in white duchesse satin together with white stockings长袜 — a close-fitting covering for the leg to match my outfit. For our wedding night I purchased a pair of baby doll nighties, pale blue satin for me and diaphanous virginal white for him. Before allowing him into the marital bed I made him kneel and solemnly swear to respect, honor and obey me at all times and in all things.

This set the pattern for most of our married life, I disposed of all but one set of his male underwear, which I kept under my control, and I stipulated which set of feminine things he would wear under his day clothes and which nightie he would wear in bed. Around the house I did the cooking and delicate laundry and he did everything else. Very occasionally I would find it necessary to put him over my knee and slipper his bottom and make him stand in the corner with his hands on his head, but generally we were both content in a quietly happy marriage and raised two perfectly normal well adjusted children. This cosy routine would probably have continued indefinitely but for two things, firstly he was made redundant and secondly I discovered the internet.