My wife and I eventually separated, for reasons that I’m sure I’ll write about at some point. For the last many years we were together, there was no real cross dressing. I wore bra and panties every single day, but very rarely wore any other women’s clothes. For reasons that I’ll eventually write about, when my wife moved out she left virtually all of her clothes behind. I was sad about the end of my marriage, and I found myself taking solace in the idea of having an entire women’s wardrobe at my disposal.
Almost immediately I started wearing her clothes. My first night alone I wore one of her nighties to bed and put on her robe in the morning. I was careful about what I wore to work, but I had an agreement with myself that during non-work hours I would dress openly femininely and not try to hide it from anyone. A week after my wife moved out she came over one evening to pick up a few things. It was late enough in the evening that I was dressed in a pair of her pajamas when she knocked on the door and I was unembarrassed to just let her see me like that. She commented that she was happy to see her clothes being used, but they were hers and she didn’t intend to just give them all to me.
I asked if there was a dollar amount I could give her to buy her clothes. She thought about it briefly and then said $1000. It seemed like a lot to give her all at once, so I suggested maybe paying her $200 a month for five months. She said she would think about it.
The next day I got an email making an offer. She said I could take or leave it, but she wasn’t going to negotiate. She wanted a “set-up fee” for $250 immediately to indicate I was accepting her offer. Then she wanted six payments of $250 each for the next six months. The total amount I would be paying her was $1750, quite an increase from her original offer.
I agreed to it. And for the next six months, each time we met up so I could hand her $250 in cash for clothes I knew she didn’t want anyway, I found it quite arousing. I had known I had a financial domination fetish for years, and my wife and I had played around with it a little bit, but it’s a hard fetish to share with your wife since our finances are already a bit combined to begin with. Now that we were no longer together, I was realizing I could get some pleasure from it with her.
When the six months were coming to an end, I was actually a little bit disappointed to think the payments were done. I had an idea to get some more fun out of it, but I wasn’t sure if she would realize what I was doing and play along. On the day that we met up for me to give her the last payment, I commented that now that the “lease” was over, I would have to give her back the clothes. She gave me a confused look, so I asked her if maybe she would be willing to continue the lease.
I could see on her face that it was slowly dawning on her what I was implying. She recovered from her confusion by telling me that she HAD expected to get all the clothes back but might consider new lease terms. I told her I liked that idea, and she offered to think about it and email me the new terms.
She put more thought into it this time, I think because she knew that it was no longer just about me buying clothes, and was more about playing a financial domination game with me. These were her ideas:
- Each lease is six months long. A $500 renewal fee must be paid each six months to continue the lease.
- Monthly lease payment is $350, due on the first of each month. Late payments will be $500.
- All clothes must remain in good condition and be washed regularly. Fines will be accessed for damaged or dirty clothes.
I emailed her back and told her I was willing to meet up with her to pay her the $500 renewal fee as soon as possible. She suggested coming to my place to look at the clothes first to confirm everything was in good condition still.
The following weekend she came over and meticulously went through her collection of clothes. There had been six months of regular wear-and-tear on them already, but the one thing I thought she might notice was a rip in one of her dresses that i had tried to squeeze into but didn’t quite fit me. Sure enough, she found it. I gave her the $500 for the renewal and she asked for another $100 for the dress.
Paying for her clothes really helped me develop an obsession with financial domination. We developed together a list of fees that I had to pay for dirty of damaged clothes and I enjoyed being able to find reasons to pay them. The fee for dirty panties was $50, far more than the panties themselves were worth. One day when she was going through the clothes looking for damage, she said that virtually all of the panties were stained. It was just normal wear-and-tear for panties that were now a few years old, but she determined that I owed her the $50 fee for 14 pairs. I tried to argue, considering I had just paid her the $350 monthly fee and didn’t want to pay another $700 for what really amounted to nothing.
She made the suggestion that instead of paying for damaged clothes, I could pay her a regular “insurance” fee which would cover all stains and damages. I liked that idea. We agreed that I would pay her an additional $150 per month, and the terms of the insurance would be that I would have a $250 deductible. So this still cost me $400.
I was also responsible for replacing the stained clothes, at my own expense, but still had to pay her “rent” for them even though I bought them.
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