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Elizabeth pondered her choice. Daddy had given her another one. He was so careful to involve her in all his decisions. He'd never make a decision without her input. He was so caring like that. When they had gotten together he asked if she wanted an equal relationship or a dom/sub one. She had always dreamed of being a submissive so that was so easy to decide. They had met in a chatroom for bdsm singles. So that hadn't come as a great surprise. But he promised to always involve her in every decision. Run everything past her first. And he had stayed true to his word. It made her feel so safe to try things she had only ever dreamed of before. Traditional gender roles got a big yes from her. It was fun to let him make the decisions. To become the little woman. It was fun to let him decide. It was fun to let him order for her in restaurants on nights out. Her wardrobe started to change quite noticeably then. He had asked if she wanted to need approval from him on what she wore. That got an oh so eager yes and soon she was filling her wardrobes with petticoats and girdles and her modern clothing ended up donated to goodwill...
The choices continued. Career woman or kept girl. She had taken her time over that one. She wasn't sure she wanted to be a full time housewife. But he had found her a job she could do at home. Gave her an interest outside the home but she could do a lot of piecework on her sewing machine while there was never a chance of her career advancing to the point her interests outside the home would affect her relationship or her homemaking duties. With her fears quashed she leapt at the chance. And loved it. It was so rebellious in these modern times. Not fighting for her rights with feminism but loving her submissive life as an old fashioned woman in the home. It just felt so good to submit to him. When eventually he had proposed she had no hesitation to accept wholeheartedly. She wanted this life forever. She never wanted to go back to her old fuddy duddy life. She wanted to be his forever. She wanted old fashioned love honour and obey vows. She wanted to take his name. But as ever he had offered her... more. Did she want to give up the name Elizabeth? He had been calling her Betty. So much more old fashioned. But since she wore polkadots so often he offered her the chance to start calling her Dottie. The idea made her squirm in pleasure somehow. Leaving her old life behind just that little more. Of course she agreed to his request. That would be on the paperwork after they married. She practically floated around doing the final arrangements for dress, wedding, reception awaiting the day when she'd finally submit to her husband permanently. Till now it was something she could end at any time. Try and stop and get her old life back in order. But he knew her so well. He pressed her buttons so well. He knew his ditzy Dottie. She could never say no to him. She was leaving Elizabeth MBA behind and becoming Dottie MRS.

Thanks go to a-feminine-life.tumblr.com/ for giving me the idea.

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Elizabeth pondered her choice. Daddy had given her another one. He was so careful to involve her in all his decisions. He'd never make a decision without her input. He was so caring like that. When they had gotten together he asked if she wanted an equal relationship or a dom/sub one. She had always dreamed of being a submissive so that was so easy to decide. They had met in a chatroom for bdsm singles. So that hadn't come as a great surprise. But he promised to always involve her in every decision. Run everything past her first. And he had stayed true to his word. It made her feel so safe to try things she had only ever dreamed of before. Traditional gender roles got a big yes from her. It was fun to let him make the decisions. To become the little woman. It was fun to let him decide. It was fun to let him order for her in restaurants on nights out. Her wardrobe started to change quite noticeably then. He had asked if she wanted to need approval from him on what she wore. That got an oh so eager yes and soon she was filling her wardrobes with petticoats and girdles and her modern clothing ended up donated to goodwill...
The choices continued. Career woman or kept girl. She had taken her time over that one. She wasn't sure she wanted to be a full time housewife. But he had found her a job she could do at home. Gave her an interest outside the home but she could do a lot of piecework on her sewing machine while there was never a chance of her career advancing to the point her interests outside the home would affect her relationship or her homemaking duties. With her fears quashed she leapt at the chance. And loved it. It was so rebellious in these modern times. Not fighting for her rights with feminism but loving her submissive life as an old fashioned woman in the home. It just felt so good to submit to him. When eventually he had proposed she had no hesitation to accept wholeheartedly. She wanted this life forever. She never wanted to go back to her old fuddy duddy life. She wanted to be his forever. She wanted old fashioned love honour and obey vows. She wanted to take his name. But as ever he had offered her... more. Did she want to give up the name Elizabeth? He had been calling her Betty. So much more old fashioned. But since she wore polkadots so often he offered her the chance to start calling her Dottie. The idea made her squirm in pleasure somehow. Leaving her old life behind just that little more. Of course she agreed to his request. That would be on the paperwork after they married. She practically floated around doing the final arrangements for dress, wedding, reception awaiting the day when she'd finally submit to her husband permanently. Till now it was something she could end at any time. Try and stop and get her old life back in order. But he knew her so well. He pressed her buttons so well. He knew his ditzy Dottie. She could never say no to him. She was leaving Elizabeth MBA behind and becoming Dottie MRS.

Thanks go to a-feminine-life.tumblr.com/ for giving me the idea.