I’ve never been the inspiration for so many people wearing so many fine and fancy clothes before. Not even at my wedding. That was very small and very informal, except for my gown and my ex’s suit. Being the reason several dozen people dressed up and flaunted their finery, including Tucker, was breathtaking when I found out.
Tucker and I arrived at the party in our nicest attire – he in slacks and a dress shirt, me in a strapless satin gown – and were greeted warmly by several of the guests. This is the same party Michael kept me from attending, where Tucker and I first played with something other than rope, and where I realized, a month later, that I was falling more in love with him.
The host made his way towards us, resplendent in his tux, and gave me a hug.
“You,” he announced, “are the reason for this party.”
“What? Me?” I asked, glancing at Tucker. He shrugged, as uninformed as I was.
“Yes, you. A few months ago at an event you were wearing something very similar to this,” he gestured at my dress, “and when I complimented you, you told me how much you enjoy dressing up.”
“Yes, I remember that,” I replied.
“So I decided we needed a night where everyone dressed up just as much as you do,” he continued.
Tucker leaned down to give me a kiss and smiled secretly at me. He has told me time and time again how much he enjoys the fancy dresses and shoes I wear and the way I stand out from the usual black leather and latex most everyone wears to fetish and bdsm parties. The fact that I almost refuse to wear black and own nothing made of either leather or latex endears me to him and has inspired him to want to dress up more himself.
I thanked the host with another hug and took Tucker’s arm to make the rounds of the party. I’d been fussing with my dress and complaining about being cold and uncomfortable ever since Tucker picked me up but when I started again he cut me off.
“You are not allowed to complain about your dress again tonight,” he warned. I looked up at him and saw he was serious.
“Yes, Sir,” I said. I understood his rationale, without him having to say anything. Complaining about my dress when I was the very reason I was wearing it would be ungrateful and churlish. The hosts deserved better behavior than that from me, and Tucker was tiring of my lack of manners. I vowed years ago to not end up like my mother who cannot be content no matter how perfect the situation and this was one small step toward that end.