My husband loves me a lot and thinks I am the most beautiful woman in the world. He says it very often, I am almost starting to believe he is right.

I like to wear conservative clothing, especially when going out in public. This is a traditional saree.

However, a saree is actually very difficult to wear. I don’t know if you knew that. Most frequently I would need the help of a friend just to wear it right.

So more commonly I wear what is called a salwar kameez. Salwar kameez is usually a long shirt and pants. Here is a variation where it’s like a single pantsuit.

Now, my husband likes me to wear beautiful clothes. It enhances my beauty, he says. So when he gives me clothes to wear, I always encourage him by wearing it for him.

So when he gave me another variety of a salwar kameez, I wore it for him, even though it was a bit tight and also showed off more cleavage than I would usually choose for myself.

He would also frequently gift me with dresses and of course I would always make a point out of principle to wear any dress he gave me at least once.

For example, he gave me this attention-grabbing green spaghetti strapped dress.

Mind you, this was not only my husband. Other family also gave me clothes and then my husband would encourage me to wear it.

For example, I got this dress from my family when I was younger and my husband liked to encourage me to wear it. It is beautiful, isn’t it? And isn’t it silly only to wear it at parties?

One time when my husband always gifts me new clothes is when we are going to the beach. He just loves seeing my in a new swimsuit.

And other times he will also gift me a bikini to wear.

Some times, however, I think that he was a bit confused about context. Yes, I can wear a bikini on the beach and a swimsuit, but if I did that in a mall, it is a different context and not the same.

He didn’t fully get that and I tried to tell him a few times, but he didn’t seem to get it. I didn’t want to discourage him, though, so when he gave me clothes, I would still at least wear it at least once.

For example, this beautiful bodysuit is really nice and sexy, but basically not designed to wear at the mall. Even so, as I said, I did not want to disappoint my husband.

One time we went out for dinner and that is another time that my husband likes to gift me new clothes. In this case it was a quite exquisite but tight body suit that was more suitable for the beach than a restaurant.

Here is another time when we went to a restaurant after my husband had gifted me a bodysuit. If you look at the quality of this suit, it is really amazing. Seriously. It is a very high quality garment.

Just not fully suitable for a restaurant, perhaps, but again, I wouldn’t want to discourage him.

I think, however, he went a bit too far one time.

One thing is to wear a bodysuit, which is sexy and maybe not appropriate for a restaurant.

Something else entirely is to buy me a swimsuit to wear to a restaurant.

Now, I did wear the swimsuit for him, but I did pass him sufficient hints during and after the lunch that I was not fully comfortable and I said I would be perfectly happy to wear whatever clothes he gave me to wear, but it should be the appropriate clothes for the appropriate situation.

He wasn’t sure what I meant, so I said that a swimsuit should be used when swimming, not for lunch. And he understood that.

He started asking me to wear short skirts instead and that was surely more appropriate.

However, he did have one rule, which was that I was not supposed to wear panties under my skirt. I figured, if that’s his thing, that doesn’t cost me anything to do.

Of course, he would ask me to show him from time to time, which is only natural, because if he cannot see it, then what is the point, really?

So I would give him a quick look, usually by squatting.

But he kept mixing it up, keeping it fresh. One time he gave me a bodysuit and I didn’t think much of it. It seemed fine. However, when I got in the sunlight, it was somewhat more sheer than I had imagined.

I only saw it after I saw the pictures he had taken.

I was more comfortable with the skirts, even when going pantyless, because then I was more in control. The sheer bodysuit is so simple and nothing really to do about it.

One of our other favorite activities together is picnics. We will usually sit on a blanket or straight on the grass and have some drinks and food together.

And the “no panties rule” applies here as well, so he appreciates if I discretely remind him that I am following his directions.

I was comfortable wearing a dress and no panties. And I told my husband that, also just to underline that this was fine as opposed to having me wear a swimsuit to dinner.

So when he started asking me wear shorter and shorter dresses, I did not object.

And it went fine, especially while being seated.

Most of the time, I would be somehow able to try to stretch the fabric and keep me reasonably covered while walking.

But it wasn’t always possible.

Here is a moment captured by my husband from a moment of carelessness. I blame myself.

Another time when I was walking in a short dress on the street, the wind blew it aside and exposed me quite terribly.

One time he also gave me a backless dress.

No, not exactly what you are thinking. Really backless.

I thought to myself that this sort of thing is fun and games, but if he wanted me to go out in this backless dress, it could harm my reputation.

Then he got an idea. I wasn’t a great fan of the idea, but he was at least caring for me and my reputation. He suggested that I shave my head. No one would recognize me and we could play all the games we would want.

And later, when we are done, I could simply let the hair grow out again. It wasn’t my idea, but I respect my husband and I had to respect the way that he was trying to protect my reputation so I agreed.

And he was right, I was unrecognizable.

And the advantage of this was immediate!

He asked me to wear a very short dress in public and I found myself no longer trying to cover myself up. Why would I? I was bald now and not really myself, so I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

He suggested that we go the beach. I argued that I didn’t have a swimsuit with me and he just smiled.

Of course, while we are playing this game, he would want me to go nude on the beach. No big deal, protected by my bald head, I courageously dropped my clothes and swam naked in the ocean.

He suggested we go get a drink. To my joy, he threw me a piece of clothes to wear.

Although it was a bit short, it was still better than nothing.

We were offered some drinks and sat and chatted for a while.

It wasn’t long before one of the horny people in this bar started standing over me and stroking his cock. I looked at me husband for cues and he told me I could touch. So I helped him along with rubbing his cock a bit and suddenly he ejaculated on me.

Apparently this is exactly what my husband needed to get in the mood himself. He placed me on a chair and then started fucking me there in the bar.

He ejaculated inside me, perhaps making me pregnant with our first child. What a romantic story to tell our friends.

Then after owning me like this, he stripped me naked and I was wondering what his plan was next. I thought we would be going home but it didn’t seem like that. We were just having more drinks.

I was about ready to go home, but he had more plans.

He pulled out a rope and started tying it to the ceiling and the walls. Then, to my surprise, he started tying me hands to either side – and by the time he was tying my legs to either side as well, I was just about figuring out what his plan was.

Yeah, so apparently he wanted me completely exposed like this.

Some people fondled and groped me like this and I didn’t say anything, but just checked with my husband if all was well.

Some of them ejaculated on my body, and had I not been protected by my baldness, I would probably have felt embarrassed.

When I noticed a guy who had his cock out and was clearly going to aim it for my pussy, I was not so worried about my dignity, that ship had sailed, but I was more worried about our potential child.

I asked my husband how we would know who the father is if I get pregnant.

He had an answer for that too, saying it could always be confirmed by a DNA test. I wasn’t sure if he had fully thought through the whole thing, but at least he thought about it somewhat.

After about an hour, when everyone had their turn, I was hoisted down and to my relief my husband said that we were done for the day.

Finally we could go home.

To my surprise, he took me home without letting me dress up or even wipe the cum off, so from my perspective the ordeal was not really over yet, but at least we were going home.

So yeah, that’s the story of how I accommodated my husbands whims. I also managed to steer him in the right direction, for example he stopped asking me to wear a swimsuit in a restaurant.

And then of course he protected my concerns by suggesting I shave my head. A creative but effective solution.