Dress Code

An interesting topic (to me at least) is the basis of this blog, followed by a story of my week.

The interesting topic – Dress Code. And I’m not talking uniforms (lets save that topic for another day!! Hehe).

As a submissive female in a somewhat D/s relationship, I have a general dress code set for me by Master J. I’d be interested to hear what others feel about this topic – do others have a general dress code, or is the only basis to their “clothing choice” task activities the more specific and random choice of outfit for a certain day or occasion??

For me, every day that I get dressed, Master J is in my thoughts – this is the reason, from his point of view, for having this situation. I should always have the onus of feeling owned – to a degree – in my mind and in my thoughts.

I emphasise “to a degree”, because I don’t want to come across to people as a doormat. I’m not. I have my own mind, I know my own mind, I will stand my ground for what I believe, when our lives exit “the scene”, we mentally challenge each other, it’s one of the reasons we work so well I think.

Anyway – back on topic. Dress code. The “rules” of my attire, unless specifically requested to wear a certain thing or have tasks that require certain items of clothing, are:-

For work, or for going out anywhere really, a skirt or dress must be worn at least 3 out of 5 days (for working week illustrations), and on those days, stockings must also be worn. (J is a big fan of stockings). On days I choose to wear trousers, I must wear a more low cut or revealing top. And for footwear, I should always wear high heels of at least 4 inches, and I must wear 5 inch heels at least 2 days a week.

Any deviations from this must be agreed with Master J beforehand if possible. With the exception of circumstances when heeled footwear is completely inappropriate for what I am doing that day. And any requests for deviations will usually be met with alternative requirements to make up for it.

And yes, I probably do have a reputation at work of being a slightly slutty dresser – but frankly, who cares, it doesn’t affect my job, nobody (especially the guys) has any real complaints about my clothing, and more importantly, I actually like how I dress – whether I dress for me or dress for J, I like it dammit, and that’s what is really important, isn’t it?

Moving on, all of that was just explaining my usual attire before talking about my attire for this week, so it was more in context.

This past week, Master J decided that things should be raised to a slightly higher level due to the lack of tasks the previous week due to my exams, and also just as proof of my subservance to him, which is needed in D/s relationships every now and then, pushing the envelope just to prove willingness.

So Monday’s outfit was specifically set for me, a very short black skirt, sexy black RHT stockings, with the tops only just covered by the skirt, but not by much (an inch or two below max), my black 6 strap suspender belt, a black fitted blouse that is tight around the breasts, revealing a little breast and cleavage between the buttons, and a pair of my 5 inch black heels. Following on from the previous Friday’s raid of my underwear drawer, underwear was still not yet an allowed luxury for me.

A bit sexy and slutty of an outfit for work, but upon getting to work and checking my e-mails, there was a message from J stating that I was to wear skirts all week, and the skirt I had on was the longest skirt I was allowed to wear, the rest of the week must be either equal or shorter in length. A thought that filled me with both a thrill and the nervousness of knowing that a skirt shorter than this one would certainly be a little daring for work, especially with stockings underneath.

Tuesday went fine, a skirt of a similar length, with fishnet stockings. And I once again spent the day trying to avoid “revealing situations” wherever possible.

Wednesday was a little more revealing, following an early morning phone call from J inviting me to lunch as he’d be near my work. He suggested I wear seamed stockings for him today. That’s when things went a little wrong – I don’t necessarily mind wearing seams for work, but I try to avoid short skirts when I do, so I asked him to reconsider and I’d do anything he asked in return. It was fairly blatant disobedience on my behalf, so I shouldn’t have been too shocked at his reply. His answer was simple – no. But punishing my disobedience meant he requested a specific skirt of mine to be worn, one a tiny bit shorter than Monday’s, with a slight split in the back.

I selected my highest topped stockings and tautest suspender belt and put the skirt on. It covered the tops just about comfortably, but the split was far too revealing for comfort. I must’ve spent fifteen minutes in front of the mirror tugging on the back of the skirt, hoping it would somehow end up longer. After giving up on that hair-brained idea, I used my time to try and work out how to stand and sit and walk with the least showing as possible. I came up with two main thoughts – don’t walk upstairs in front of anybody, and try to avoid having anybody look at the back of my thighs – impossible when in seams, they just draw attention to that exact area!!

This is where the honesty thing kicks in – I could change, and just put the skirt on at lunch time for my date with J. Not my style though, if you’re not going to do something properly, why bother doing it at all.

Simply put, there was a lot of attention drawn by myself Wednesday. Glances, lingering looks, guys talking in sniggers, girls talking in whispers. The worst part of all – I actually loved it all, and as the day wore on, I ended up spending more time enjoying the attention and less time trying to hide my assets.

I know – I’m weird, and such a total slut! But hey, I am what I am, so what you gonna do!!?? Lol

And yes – J did get his daily blow job during our lunch date, just for those who wondered!!

If you think Wednesday was bad though – Thursday was kind of worse to some degree. My car was in the shop Thursday and Friday, so I had to train and bus the journey to work, and J was picking me up at the end of the day. So he took the opportunity. I have a pair of 6” heels – which I can walk in (due to having big feet mainly! Lol), but can’t drive in. No driving needed Thursday. The cogs in his head must have been working overtime! So the outfit was set, I could lose the stockings for the day, but my added requirement for that was that 6” heels must be worn.

So that was my outfit for Thursday – a short little flowy skirt, my 6 inch heels, and as the norm for this week, no panties. Luckily, the weather wasn’t great on Thursday so my coat spared any issues with skirt length while outside. But the heels once again garnished attention, a few whistles and such. I felt so beautifully slutty though, my heels giving me a mix of vulnerability and power as only high heels can.

Friday was fine too as I wore a little dress – once again J removed the stocking clause, this time adding nipple clamps as the alternative.

And that was my week – a week of slutty clothing tasks. But an enjoyable week overall – and it earned my underwear back, so I must have done quite well. :-)

Last Saturday J had a luscious day of play planned for us, which went absolutely fantastic and left me tingling with pleasure and vulnerability. I will write about that in an upcoming blog, I need more time to write it up properly and do it justice. So look out for that, if my write up is half as good as the day, it will be quite an interesting read.

As always, please leave comments, or e-mail us on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk :-)

Bye for now xx