My Hidden Life Exposed

Lunchtime Rendezvous

A few weeks go by and we've fallen into a routine, that I never thought I would have. From the outside, you wouldn't think anything has really changed. Even our kids haven't noticed anything, other than I've started wearing a choker each day. My husband has gotten a few more for me, and I've even found a few and suggested them and he's allowed me to order them, so now I have some variety to my wardrobe and it's not the same one each time. Now that's getting warmer I recently found a silicone choker with a plastic ring in the middle, so I can still wear one when we enjoy the water.

I've found I don't think negatively of my husband as often recently. I don't know if it's because I've officially accepted him as my sexual dominant, or if him assuming the role of my dominant has changed him and I'm noticing the subtle changes. He still surprises me with chocolates and flowers for no reason from time to time, he still dotes on me and helps me get undressed or dressed. There are times though when he'll grab me from behind or squeeze my ass and place a kiss on my lips or back of my neck that just melts me. There's also the times when he's just whispered simple words or asked "Are you wet?" softly, breathy in my ear which makes my pussy tingle.

Sex has been amazing. I don't know how or why I ever thought last year that my husband was boring in bed. What did I just think? It's the first time I've actually committed the idea to thought, that I found my husband boring, up until now I didn't know why I decided to seek out my old boyfriend. I need to shake these thoughts from my head as soon as I could. My husband was devoted to me prior to my derision, and he still is.

Then it dawns on me that my husband has been putting all of this effort and thought into changing our relationship to make me happy when I haven't done much to comply with Rule #21 - Keep Daddy happy. It looks like a nice day out today. I head for the back door and check the weather from the deck. It's warm and sunny out, the sunshine feels good on my face and arms. I head back inside and check the refrigerator. Just as I suspected, we have everything we would need for a picnic lunch today. I grab my phone and send a quick text to my husband, err to my Daddy. "Hey, Daddy! Seeing that it's a nice day out, would you have time for me swing by the office and pick you up for lunch? xoxo".
His reply is almost instant, "Lunch? Sure I'm free from lunchtime on. Where did you have in mind?"

"No worries, I have everything covered, well almost everything (winking emoji), xoxo", I quickly reply back.

"What are you up to?", he sends back.

"meeee???...., you'll just have to wait and see. Pick you up around Noon."

I ignored his next two texts, which then seemed like a bad idea, but also may be good. Little did I know it would earn me a punishment later, well not exactly since I enjoy them. I set about getting the picnic basket put together. Once I had everything prepped, I headed to the bedroom to get myself ready.

Since we embarked on our new adventure of Dominant/submissive, I've added to my wardrobe some. Recently with the warmer weather approaching, I found some new sundresses. I've always liked a sundress but usually stuck to the longer style. I discovered some designed for women who have been blessed with curves like mine, at least that's how my husband refers to me. I don't always feel so blessed. Remembering Rule #16 though, "Love yourself" I'm reminded that I need to stop looking down on the body I'm in. After all if I don't like something about myself I should try to change it, or change my attitude. Getting back to the new dresses, I not only found some newer ones for myself, I even managed to find some with a shorter hemline, that I'm sure he would enjoy.

I looked through my closet and settled on a raspberry colored summer dress that ended about mid-thigh, maybe a little shorter. I decided to be extra daring and go without my requisite thong. One of the house rules that my husband devised was to banish briefs or any other panties besides thongs and g-strings from my wardrobe. There's been days since then when he's asked me not to wear any panties. There was even the one day, that after he helped me close my bra, he slid his hands inside the sides of my thong and pulled it straight to the ground nibbled my ass cheek, and then walked out of the bedroom with my thong. Even though I was being a bit daring with leaving my pussy bare, I decided to go the extra mile and forget the bra as well. The top of the dress was strappy and as a result would bare quite a bit of cleavage. I found a lightweight long white sweater which complimented the polka dots on the dress, plus helped retain some modesty in case someone would notice at his office.