Learning Domestic Discipline - Trust

I have asked for this. I have signed an agreement. We wrote the agreement together so I have no right to complain, therefore, being a practical, I won't. Today, I will begin my training as his Domesticated Wife. I don't work outside of my home since Mr. has a very good salary. We have no children, nor do we want any. Our marriage was becoming stagnant and Mr. was becoming more and more irritated with my crabby attitude, so he suggested this change. I read all the research on Domestic Discipline and I came up with a few adjustments, he came up with a few adjustments, and now here we are. The first day of "boot camp".

We are starting with Attitude Adjustment rather than physical discipline. That will come later in the week. For now, I need to learn that as his wife, my duty is not only to love him (which I have for most of my life!) but also to please him and trust him. His duty is to love me and provide for my safety, security and well-being. To begin this, He has taken away all of my clothing. He's locking it away in one of the three spare bedrooms (yes, we have a beautiful, big house). He has the key so there is no way I can get to anything. He has also installed a lock on his dressing room so I can't even get to his clothes! I am, basically, a modest woman and the idea of being totally nude even in my own home fills me with fear and humiliation. Still, I need to learn to trust his judgement. I am terrified that someone will see me - through a window, an unexpected visitor. I am also humiliated that I am nude and he is totally dressed. I want to hide, but this is all part of my training - a training I agreed to. I just didn't realize it would be so hard.

I begin to make bread, a regular Sunday activity. Mr. stands behind me and touches me. I want to push his hands away, but I don't. He presses my back and my boobs are now covered in flour. He touches me, runs his hands down my back. I'm panting. His fingers trail to my slit and he chuckles, feeling the wetness. He kisses the back of my neck and I moan. He dips his fingers into my honey and worries my clit. I close my eyes and explode into his hand. He laughs, slaps my bottom and whispers, "You've made me happy, Lisa."

For some reason, these words, more than the orgasm I just experienced, warms me and brings me pleasure.

"Keep this up and you'll be earning back your clothing in no time," he assures me. He snags a cookie from the jar and leaves me to finish kneading my bread.

I now understand why he took away my clothes. Perhaps enforced nudity isn't so bad after all.

Nudity is Underrated

Yes, it's cold out. I don't care. You are not going out anyway are you? No. I didn't think so. I've turned the heat up to 78 so you'll be fine. Take your clothes off. Do it now than come into the kitchen.

That's better. Now I'm going to lock the door to the bedroom so you can't go scurrying in there to retrieve any clothes. You have no choice but to remain nude until I unlock the door. Yes, I'm going to be nude as well. No more hiding behind clothes or make-up or anything. We are going to have a day, at least, of soul bearing nakedness. Yes, I know you're uncomfortable with your body, but you will become more comfortable as the day goes on. I think you're lovely.


Good. Now come over her. I want to touch you, smell you, look at you. That's it. you're relaxing now, smiling more. I love your smile. Let me massage your shoulders. Today, it's all about you and me and us. No more hiding.

I don't like my body anymore. I don't like being nude except in the dark or at least dimly lit room. The years and a desk job have not been kind to my backside. He, though, looks fabulous! Working at the gym as a personal trainer has certainly kept his body in perfect condition. But I promised that I'd let him call all the shots today. I had no idea he'd want me to remain naked all day long. My god I think even my toes are blushing.

Did his eyes really go that dark? He certainly is looking at me like I'm a delicious ham sandwich and he's a starving Christian. Maybe I'm not as unattractive as I thought. His hands feel so good on my shoulders. I feel the tension slipping out of me. Maybe he's right. Duh! Of course he's right. I should have trusted him. Nudity is underrated.