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Elizabeth wiped a speck away from her boyfriends mouth. They would be heading to a party of his employers at the local golf club momnetarily. It wouldn't do to be anything but immaculate. Everything she said and did tonight would reflect on him. She didn't want to cause any trouble. She wanted to be the perfect companion. That was the whole reason they had gotten together.
He had souight a woman who dreamed of an old fashioned life as a very old fashioned girlfriend. She had being exploring her submissive needs online and had drifted towards the rockabilly community as a starting point. It was so hokey, so old fashioned, so.... quaint. And yet it tugged at her in ways she could never quite articulate when explaining to friends and family.
He had arranged a job at his place of work as his secretary. Giving up her old job at first had been so strange. She had studied so hard for the business degree that had given her the start in her career and now there would be no more career. Just a job serving her boyfriend at work. When they had moved in together it became a job serving him at home too. It just felt natural at that point.
Her old friends asked her. Didn't she feel guilty at giving up her feminist activities? She replied she didn't have as much time free as before as she now had a home to look after. Didn't it feel awkward to abandon her career for a menial pink collar job. She responded with how much less stress she faced every day and how she loved her new job. Was something wrong that she had broken up with her girlfriend to be with a very old fashioned man. She sought to reassure them that she was fine. That she was exploring a part of her she had never given voice to before. Some little part that needed to express herself. It probably wouldn't last long. But a quick fling that might last a few months had lasted. She became his girl Friday. His arm candy. She felt more and more comfortable with her new role. They were going steady. She loved the stability, the boundaries and rules he set her. She still saw all her old friends. But she still got all her house work and secretarial work done. Pleasing him came first. She cultivated new hobbies he approved of. Her talent with a sewing machine was becoming a minor legend amongst their friends. She was constantly making and tailoring outfits for her female friends in the most delicious fifties fashions she now felt so at home in. She loved helping another woman find the joy of wearing petticoats. Of getting dressed up for a big event. Of dolling herself up in her most glamorous outfit.
Now tonight was a special event for Ginger. Daddy had renamed her Ginger. It suited the hair colour he preferred her to have. It made her feel small, weak, compliant. He tamed her bit by bit. Taking away the things he didn't like and replacing them with things he felt were better for her. She found herself agreeing, complying, submitting, obeying and getting ever so light headed in the process. It thrilled her to obey. His merest request became an order for her that she rushed to satisfy. She couldn't do enough for him. Tonight he was going to propose to her in public like she had always dreamed about. It seemed so small taking on the name Ginger when she was going to be replacing her surname with his after they married. She would finally have replaced the feminist activist with the domestic goddess that Daddy wanted for a housewife.

Thanks go to Ginger who's taking her first steps in the Stepford community...

she can be found at a-feminine-life.tumblr.com/

Description
Elizabeth wiped a speck away from her boyfriends mouth. They would be heading to a party of his employers at the local golf club momnetarily. It wouldn't do to be anything but immaculate. Everything she said and did tonight would reflect on him. She didn't want to cause any trouble. She wanted to be the perfect companion. That was the whole reason they had gotten together.
He had souight a woman who dreamed of an old fashioned life as a very old fashioned girlfriend. She had being exploring her submissive needs online and had drifted towards the rockabilly community as a starting point. It was so hokey, so old fashioned, so.... quaint. And yet it tugged at her in ways she could never quite articulate when explaining to friends and family.
He had arranged a job at his place of work as his secretary. Giving up her old job at first had been so strange. She had studied so hard for the business degree that had given her the start in her career and now there would be no more career. Just a job serving her boyfriend at work. When they had moved in together it became a job serving him at home too. It just felt natural at that point.
Her old friends asked her. Didn't she feel guilty at giving up her feminist activities? She replied she didn't have as much time free as before as she now had a home to look after. Didn't it feel awkward to abandon her career for a menial pink collar job. She responded with how much less stress she faced every day and how she loved her new job. Was something wrong that she had broken up with her girlfriend to be with a very old fashioned man. She sought to reassure them that she was fine. That she was exploring a part of her she had never given voice to before. Some little part that needed to express herself. It probably wouldn't last long. But a quick fling that might last a few months had lasted. She became his girl Friday. His arm candy. She felt more and more comfortable with her new role. They were going steady. She loved the stability, the boundaries and rules he set her. She still saw all her old friends. But she still got all her house work and secretarial work done. Pleasing him came first. She cultivated new hobbies he approved of. Her talent with a sewing machine was becoming a minor legend amongst their friends. She was constantly making and tailoring outfits for her female friends in the most delicious fifties fashions she now felt so at home in. She loved helping another woman find the joy of wearing petticoats. Of getting dressed up for a big event. Of dolling herself up in her most glamorous outfit.
Now tonight was a special event for Ginger. Daddy had renamed her Ginger. It suited the hair colour he preferred her to have. It made her feel small, weak, compliant. He tamed her bit by bit. Taking away the things he didn't like and replacing them with things he felt were better for her. She found herself agreeing, complying, submitting, obeying and getting ever so light headed in the process. It thrilled her to obey. His merest request became an order for her that she rushed to satisfy. She couldn't do enough for him. Tonight he was going to propose to her in public like she had always dreamed about. It seemed so small taking on the name Ginger when she was going to be replacing her surname with his after they married. She would finally have replaced the feminist activist with the domestic goddess that Daddy wanted for a housewife.

Thanks go to Ginger who's taking her first steps in the Stepford community...

she can be found at a-feminine-life.tumblr.com/