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The wife takes charge

Part 1 - Plucking up the courage

I wasn’t sure I would have the courage to go through with it. I mean, we’d talked about dressing up a bit when we’d been drunk once or twice, but actually doing it was an entirely different matter. And most of the conversations, such as they were, were about what he’d like me to wear, rather than him wearing something, especially something I chose for him.

I’d tried to do some research online, but it was hard to tell what was real and what was just crazy fantasy. I was pretty sure that men liked women in leather, fishnets and high heels. But were they really into being dominated? Mike had wanted me to go on top when we were in bed a couple of times, and had liked it when I’d held his wrists above his head and ridden him hard, but this felt like a big step from that. What about if he just laughed at me and went and got a beer from the fridge, like he usually did when he came home from work on a Friday?

He had a pretty high pressure job, and I’d read that men with that kind of stress at work often like to be dominated at home. But was Mike like that? There were so many questions.

In the end I’d decided to get the outfits and other bits and pieces, and then worry about plucking up the courage to use them later. When they’d arrived earlier in the week, though, I knew I had to give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen?

An hour before I knew he’d be home I started to get ready. I had a shower and put on the perfume he’s bought me for my birthday. Then I got dressed in my special underwear – black bra and panties, a black lacy suspender belt and black fishnet stockings. I brushed my hair back and tied it into a tight pony-tail, and then did my make-up. I usually only wore a little make-up, but for this I’d bought myself some bright red lipstick and nail polish. I made up my eyes with thick black eye-liner and red eye shadow. I almost didn’t recognise myself in the mirror, and I wondered what Mike would make of it.

Next I laid out the outfit I was going to make him wear. I had considered keeping him naked for the evening, which would have been fun. And I’d thought about dressing him as a schoolboy, in grey shorts, as I intended to punish him, and that seemed a fitting role for him to play. I even thought about making him dress as a little schoolgirl, as he’d mentioned once that he’d like me to wear a schoolgirl uniform. But in the end I’d decided on something that sent a little shiver through me when I imagined him wearing it. I laid it all out on the bed ready for him.

I opened the other package I’d ordered and opened its contents onto our bed. There was a riding crop, a large wooden paddle, and an authentic school cane. I wondered whether I’d actually be able to bring myself to use them on him, or even if he’d let me. He was, after all, much stronger than me. But who knew what the power of my outfit might do?

I put on the rest of my outfit - a tight black leather mini-dress and black and high-heeled thigh-length boots – and went downstairs. I took the riding crop and paddle with me, but left the cane next to his outfit on the bed.

It was now only quarter of an hour until he’d be home. I poured myself a large G&T to give me the Dutch courage to go through with it, and sat on the sofa waiting for him.

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