rule 1

"Don't think putting on a pair of panties is all it takes to convince me. If you want me to believe these are really your panties you're going to have to do exactly what I say. If not you can pack your things and leave right now. So what's it going to be?"

You really didn't want to lose her or the money you had grown accustomed to that she inherited from her parents. So you relented. "I'll stay."

She smirked at you, "Good girl. First change you're no longer a man. What kind of man wears sexy panties anyway?" She threw you a pair of her yoga stretch pants. "Put em on or get out." her words cut to the quick, she's the sweetest angel, like a basket of puppies. Until you cross her then she's like a pack of rabid hyenas. The problem is you didnt know if she was being sweet or rabid until it was too late.

You pulled the tight lycra up to your waist, you felt your wife suddenly pull the elastic and snapped them back on you causing you to jump. "First rule is you wear what I give you, no questions. Any questions and I'll punish you. Refuse and i'll punish you and you're out on your ass. Understand?" you nodded "Good, like i said I'm not entirely convinced you arent lying. But seeing your girly butt in your new yoga pants is going a long way to fix that." Her sweet smile hid an edge to them. She threw a shirt to you now, "Put that on too." Maybe you could convince her you were just a sissy, have some weird sex for awhile then tell her you decided it wasn't for you but were glad she supported you.

"Get your shoes on, we've got plenty to do today."