My wife makes a deal with me to pay off her credit debt.
When we had retired we had divided up the household bills so that we both had the same amount of spending money. I saved most of mine, she spent hers.
She had gotten a few credit cards and maxed them out. When I found out and confronted her about It, she tried the crying I am so sorry card.
"You have two choices get a job to pay them off or be my slave for a year and a half that's how long it will take us to pay them off," I informed her letting her know I was angry.
"I really don't want to get a job now that I am retired," She whined pouting. Trying to get some sympathy from me.
"Slave or job is your choice," I reintegrated.
"What do you mean your slave," She asked.
"Just what it says I will control you completely. How you dress what you do and when you do it, I told her in an angry voice.
She seemed to be thinking it over.
"You know I warned you when I found out you had a credit card there would be consequences if you abused them. I told her starting to lose what cool I had left.
"Alright I know you are right you did warn me," She said dejectedly.
"That includes sexually to," She said
"That's right so what is your answer," I said.
"Do I get any veto power?" She asked.
"Only for something that will last longer than the 18mouthes," I told her.
"Ok, enough either be a slave to a job or me," I said getting tired of the questions.
"Ok you win I will be your slave," She agreed.
"Good on you knees' and give me a blowjob to show how sorry you really are and you are going to swallow," I ordered her.
She had given me a dirty look but undid my pants and had taken my already hard cock out and grudging started sucking on it using her hand to keep it from going to far into her mouth.
"That doesn't seem like you are very sorry to me, swallowing it just the first step," I told her.
I was turned on enough by the prospects that even her unenthusiastic performance it didn't take me long to cum. She had tried to pull off, but I held her head down.
"There is punishment for not obeying," I told her.
She had gagged a few times and let some cum escape.
"Lick up what you missed then lick me clean," I told her sternly.
"Get me all your credit card including your atm card," I instructed her. She had gone to her purse and brought me the cards. I had her cut them up except for the atm card which I kept.
"Time to adjust your wardrobe," I told her.
She had tried to act like she didn't know what I was talking about.
"Up to the bedroom," I ordered. I had gotten a large box from the garage and met her in the bedroom. She had stood there with a resigned look on her face. I think she knew what was coming. I was always trying to get her to dress sexier.
"Start with your underwear drawer. If the bras have padding in them they go in the box," I instructed her.
She had only 3 demi bras and 2 half cup bras left when she was done.
"Next the panties," I told her.
She had gotten the drift of this and had put all but the real sexy ones in the box. She had only 5 pairs left.
Next we had gone to the closet.
"All your skirts and dresses that aren't at least 3" above the knee go in the box also the tops if they are not tight and or sexy," I instructed her.
Next we had gone thru her shoe collection.
"You can keep 1 pair of tennis shoes for working out and the rest go in the box if they don't have at least 5" heels," I told her
She had 1 pair of 5" party boots and 2 pairs of 5" heeled sandals left.
Her closet and dresser were quite empty. Guess I needed to take her shopping she didn't have much left. I picked out a half cup bra and tight silky top a mini skirt and a pair of 5" heels. I handed them to her and said,
"Put these on," I told her.
"No panties," She remarked
"No," I answered.
Over the last few years she had started dressing a lot more conservative even though she was in good shape. That was going to change.
She had stripped off her clothes they all had gone into the box. She had then put on the outfit I picked out.
"You can see my nipples," She complained.
"Get used to it. Slaves don't get to cover up," She had given me a nasty look.
"We are going shopping to get you some clothes that meet my standards," I informed her.
"Dressed like this," She asked.
"Yes, that is a covered as you are going to be from now on," I told her.
"I can't go out dressed like this. Please let me put something else on." She pleaded.
"No, you agreed that I had complete control till the credit debt was paid off. Or you can get a job to earn extra money to pay it off," I said letting some irritation into my voice.
"You are serious," She said.
"Yes and your days of dressing like a prude are over. Get over it," I told her letting her know I had enough of her objections.
That had earned me a dirty look. I had taken her to the mall. The first stop was VS to get some more self-bras.
"What size," I asked her.
Then I picked out what wanted. She gave me a look when I showed them to her.