panty girdled husband

The well tempered husband

husband forced to wear girdle and stockingsI have a hard wooden chair at my desk. Despite the very moderate nature of my reminder caning, I was delighted when five o’clock rolled around and I could put my business on hold. A cane, even when you are not actually marked or welted, leaves a glow for an hour or two.

I retired to shave, shower and change as Hannah had instructed me. Squeaky clean I went to my own closet. Hannah has bought me a few things – pretty Vanity Fair panties – a backless panty girdle with garter tabs, long nylons and a strapless A cup bra. I put on my underthings very conscious of my darling’s injunction that as I slipped on my stockings I was to set aside the day. “And to signify your transformation from the man of business to your real position from now on you have a little beauty ritual before you lay out the cocktail things.” I fiddled with the garter tabs and the bra but, at last, I was done. Then a pair of loose linen trousers and a cotton shirt.

Dressed, I got to work. I hung all of Hannah’s clothes and then went downstairs to arrange hors d’oerve. Hannah likes every thing just so for cocktails with pretty Limoges plates and perfectly ironed linen napkins. I set out two candles with the olives and creamy cheese. I replaced the flowers and straightened the pillows. I poured Hannah’s water and left it to cool in the fridge. Then I went to Hannah’s sewing room and got to work on my ironing.

Twenty minutes later I heard Hannah come in through the garage door. I ran a comb through my hair and went to greet her with her glass of ice cold water. She had dropped her shopping bags and I knelt to unzip her lovely black leather boots noting that they would need a spit polish. I took her coat. “Well don’t you look wonderful darling.” said Hannah, “Put my wine on ice, put away the groceries and then you can help me change.” I rushed to comply. “Nice trousers, dear.”

Dressing Hannah is wonderful fun. Picking the stockings and girdle to go with her outfit, helping her do up the garter tabs right above the seam. Sometimes, if Hannah changes her bra, she lets me kiss and even suck her pretty pink nipples. Tonight, though, I was not given that priviledge: just a glimpse. Which was more than enough to cause my cock to strain agains my pantygirdle. “None of that dear.” said Hannah noticing the bulge, “We won’t be having any of that for a few more days. I want you very, very ready. Now go and get the rice started. I’ll just do my make-up.”

I did as I was told and in a few minutes Hannah, in a beautiful floral, ankle length dress, joined me for cocktails. I stood, as she sat down, waiting for my permission to sit.

“Dear, undo your shirt please.”

I did.

“That’s a pretty bra but I think you will need a few more. I’ll keep my eye out. Now slide down the cups, I want your nipples clipped.” I quickly obeyed and pinched them so they would erect for the clips. Hannah had no troble on my left nipple, but my right took a moment before the nipple clips claws bit. I pulled my bra back up and did up my shirt.

“Sit. You know dear, I used to prefer you kept all your body hair but I am thinking that if I am going to clip you regularly, and I am, you should thin out your chest hair around your nipples. So let me tell you what I found.”

Hannah was off on a tale of thrifting finds, irritating store clerks and pretty dishes. Like the good husband I am trying to become, I didn’t just listen, I was actually interested.