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Tatters There was no doubt about it, she looked frumpy in her attire. Now I have no problems with her wearing comfortable clothes, but what she was wearing detracted from her inner beauty. It was a casual day at My place, we had just completed a bbq lunch on the deck and she was washing up a few things, as I restocked the fridge with the left over salad, and the salad dressing. Just then she finished wiping her hand, asking Me the question, Is there anything else I can do? My mind moved quickly, what to do,hmmm. I got it,Yes babygirl, leave your hands on the counter, I will be right back. I promptly went to the closet in My bedroom, and returned. with a cotton shirt of mine. Placing a hand on her back, I said in a soft voice . Today we will be going shopping for a few new things. Now don’t move, I then pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and without ceremony began cutting away her top. Her bra, was frayed, a few snips of the scissors and it to fell away. Her eyes swelled with tears. Lifting her skirt, well lets just say her panties weren’t pretty, snip, snip, they joined the tattered pile. By now she was an emotional wreck. I ran My hand down her naked back to softly comfort her. Then had her put on my t-shirt, grasping a box of tissues I guided her to the couch, where we sat. Obviously I had been to hasty in My decision. Her emotional state was such that neither of us could speak. I apologised for My actions (yes Doms are not infallible). For had I realized that a few words would have sufficed. Something along the lines of...you disappointed Me by wearing such attire, would have been more then enough What ensued was a lengthy conversation about what both of us should wear when we are at home together. Now I wasn’t talking high end lingerie and fuck me heels, this was everyday comfort wear. We both agreed that it was important to get out of role of the day workwear into attire that both of us felt comfortable in and pleased the eyes of the other. Both of us had work to do in bumping up our clothing wardrobe. Some of it would take months, based upon the seasonal fluctuation in weather. Looking across at the kitchen floor their remained a pile of tattered clothing. While littleone freshened up, I picked up the heap. Some found its way to the garbage bin, while the rest could be washed and used for rags. We found a few more things of mine which she could put on then headed out to replace her attire. It was a costly day for my wallet, I learned a few more things about women’s attire, and it was an emotionally taxing day for us both. That evening we ordered in Chinese, and spent a relaxing evening in each others arms. |
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