Alice was a bit of a modern woman while I held pretty traditional views. She always wanted me to help with the housework, "pull my own weight" and every now again follow her instructions! This was not something I had agreed to do when we got married so resisted strenuously. Housework was woman's work! One Saturday morning when I was horny and making overtures Alice stopped me in my tracks by saying "Since I have to do all of the housework today, I won't have the energy to have sex this morning." When I protested, she smiled and said she was fed up with me not helping. Either I became her cleaning wench and follow her instructions or no go on the sex front.
I had to concede her a point. Though it would go against the grain, I thought it might be a bit jolly given she seemed in a playful mood. So I agreed to be her "wench" for the day. She quickly disappeared and returned with an apron and old wig. "Off with the clothes. This is what you will wear for the rest of the day."
"What's the wig for?"
"To remind you who is boss and who is the wench in the house!" she giggled.
She spent the morning ordering me about and showing me what to clean. The cleaning was slow because she kept commenting on and caressing various parts of my exposed body, particularly my bum. She was having a good time and I was getting turned on by the attention. This only encouraged her until my apron looked more like a tent. Around noon, she announced it was time for me to make lunch. She told me to make some sandwiches and set the table in preparation for us to have lunch together. It was fun as she constantly flirted and sent me to get things so she could comment on the parts of my body that were not covered by the apron. I was in a constant state of arousal and loving it. As I was clearing things away, Alice said, "I was afraid of that. You did a brilliant job of cleaning but the way you are wearing your apron does not protect clean surfaces from you. You cleaned the table and chairs but they are now covered in hair!"
"Oh don't be so critical. There are one or two hairs that I probably missed and don't even belong to me."
She frowned. "Wenches don't talk back and don't decide what is and is not clean!! So, before you finish cleaning and make our dinner tonight, I want you to shave off all your body hair that is not covered by the wig."
I was shocked. I had regularly asked if she would shave her pubic hair to spice up our sex life. She had steadfastly refused. Something about forcing woman to be subservient, not appreciating them for what they are and stupid male fantasies. She would have none of it. So I protested but she held fast. "I don't want any hair in my dinner tonight or left laying around the house for company to see. Removing your body hair is the best way to prevent it. Or I guess you could put ice around your penis for the rest of the day so your apron fits properly!" When I put on a face she smiled, "If I find any hair when you are finished, I won't "pay" you for your efforts today. Is that the incentive you need to follow instructions?"
"What amount of pay could possibly be worth shaving off all my hair?" I protested.
"That is not for the mistress of the house to answer! I will only promise you will never forget it. So it is your decision: submit to my instructions as a good wench or refuse and don't get paid!" She certainly enjoyed my frustration. She was obviously getting back at me for pushing her to have her pubic hair removed.
I couldn't bare the thought of shaving so I started pleading in earnest. "What if you don't like what you see? It will take ages for the hair to grow back and you could be disappointed the entire time. In the meantime, I could be exposed to constant humiliation and ridicule. What type of man cuts off all his body hair? What would people say about me, about us, if they found out I had cut off all my hair? I would be afraid of exposure constantly. People would think I am some kind of wimp or pervert!"
She was having a blast listening to me trying to convince her not to ask me to do what I had wanted her to do. I could tell the more I begged the more she was enjoying it! "Well" she said with a big smile, "you're right. I guess no amount of "pay" could compensate for all that. I withdraw the offer." I was relieved until she continued. "As you won't remove all your body hair to ensure a proper clean, I guess I will have to go back to cleaning the house. You no longer have to be my wench but then I will have less energy for sex. It is a steep price to pay but I can't take the risk of having a dirty house!"
Now I was flummoxed. This was the longest time I had ever been so aroused with no relief. It really was great fun. Everything in my body was tingling. I wanted to stay this way for the rest of the day and even do it all again, even if it meant continuing to be her wench. Besides, there was the promise of sex afterwards as she would surely have the energy for it!
"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Boy did it, I thought.
"So I think I will accept the incentive of pay to follow your instructions and continue to be your wench for the rest of the day," I stammered.
"No, no. That offer was withdrawn because you convinced me no pay could be worth following my instructions. I wouldn't want to be the one to expose you to such humiliation. No, the situation is that you stop being my wench and I will go back to cleaning the house. We won't do this again and we will go back to having normal sex when I have the energy for it; unless you can convince me otherwise!" I think she was getting as turned on by all this banter as I had been for most of the day. But she was getting the better of it as she knew she hand the upper hand. As a modern woman, she liked being in charge with me in the subservient position.
"Okay, I take all that back. I will do as you say," I mumbled.
"That is an unconvincing statement if I ever heard one. When I say I need convincing that is what I mean. You must tell me how much you want to follow my instructions and refute the arguments you just gave me!"
