Dressing for Daddy

Goodness, suddenly mouse has, it seems (at least temporarily) thrown back the curtains and invited all to coffee for a little chat. Today, mouse woke in a glorious mood, just feeling thankful for so much. As she sat at the computer she something caught her eye.

It was an image of a Mulslim woman in a full burka. Yes, this was on Facebook. There was a caption from a fundamentalist acquaintance talking about how disgusting it is. Now, this is a person who believes in dressing very modestly because she doesn't to want to "invite" temptation. She said men are tempted when women dress provocatively. As if by seeing a bit of flesh, men can't control themselves, and that's something mouse finds ironic.  That's the exact purpose of the burka [to avoid temptation].  It made mouse's head spin. 

But here's the thing, we as women don't dress generally for men. We dress for other women. Ok sometimes we do dress ro attract a man...but mostly as silly as it sounds we dress for other women.

Several years ago, when our relationship was very new and Daddy had just moved in, he invited mouse to meet an old college friend of his. We would meet at this sports bar. Not a big deal. Yes, mouse was dressed appropriately. So, we're in the car backing out of the driveway and Daddy says, your really going to like John and his wife.

"Whoa! Stop the car -- what do you mean his wife? You didn't say his wife would be there?"

Honestly mouse might as well sprouted a second head (our M/s dynamic was only in the developing stages) from the wide-eyed looks she was getting from Daddy. Then she said she had to change her clothes.

Now, there was nothing wrong with what she was wearing and this is hard to explain...but we women notice things. The thongs, you bought at the dollar store that you normally wear when you get your pedi are fine for meeting some random old college friend in a sports bar who would never notice rhem anyway, But when you find out his wife is going too...you've got to just put on better clothing...

Now Daddy hadn't noticed really what mouse had done or changed -- but he noticed that something was different. Makeup was fixed, mascara applied, perfume earrings...nicer top, pants, shoes.

Later over drinks Daddy regaled them with the story...

Oh no...really?

At once mouse jumped up and said she needed to use the ladies room...

And of course we NEVER ever go alone, the wife followed. Inside the bathroom she said,'Omg I did the same thing!'. We started talking and it quickly segued into where we shopped. We left the bathroom the best of friends.

Now today, with our Master/slave arrangment clearly defined; it's mouse's place obey Daddy in everything. With this in mind, Daddy took complete control over mouse's wardrobe. He would pick the sluttiest undergarments pared with the most conservative of clothing. For example for our dinner party, Daddy had mouse wear the sexy fuck-me bra, with a garter, no panty a medium plug in place. A brown pencil skirt with chocolate pumps and the blouse with the pretty trim. He took out the pearls and had mouse wear those. He finally told mouse to wear her hair up for the night. Practical and pretty.

Each day he decides what mouse will wear and honestly mouse loves this as much as she loves him. It takes all the pressure off. Now mouse doesn't dress for men or other women...Daddy determines it and it's wonderful. He finds it pleasing and mouse lives to please him.