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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
eventually I found a pair of denim shorts with a large pink star on the butt. To this I added my barely serviceable wing tips. In addition I carried the change purse Stephanie had given me. My nails were clear, but long. My hair was platinum blond. I probably should have just bitten the bullet and worn a dress, but I had to draw the line somewhere. That evening Stephanie made me hop, skip, jump, pivot, dance, stand on one leg, and anything else she could think of. I passed, barely. "I'll give you a passing grade, but you need a lot of work. From now on, you will wear heels all the time. The higher the better." Then, for spite, she made me dust her (formerly my) office while she watched. I lost the office when I lost my job. Now she had the key and I was only allowed in under supervision. "You have very sexy legs. Those slippers are very sexy on you." My sore muscles reminded me that I hadn't worked out in months now. At first I didn't feel like it, but now I just couldn't imagine myself walking into a locker room full of big, strong horny men. I don't know what they'd do once they saw my shaved legs, platinum blond hair, and satin panties, but I didn't want to find out. Stephanie seemed to be keeping trim though. She never told me anything definite, but I think she worked out before she came home each night. After I finished dusting the office where I'd once spent so many late nights, Stephanie told me to go wash out our stockings and then go to bed. It was ... only 7:45, but I didn't protest. Without access to news or other people, I slowly lost track of time. I never knew how much my sense of the world depended on other people until I lost my access to them. One day I sat looking at my feminine legs as I balanced a delicate high heeled shoe on my toes. I honestly did not know if I'd been wearing heels for a couple of weeks or a couple of months! I tried to figure out the dates, but I couldn't. My inability to time events only got worse as the days progressed. So please forgive me if I can't be more precise about timing. Sometime after I first started wearing her slippers around the house, Stephanie came home with horrible horrible news. For whatever reason, she'd invited my best friend Richard over to our house for dinner that night. She gave me less than an hours notice! Richard and I were drinking buddies from way back. In college we both ran track together. "Stephanie! How could you, why didn't you. . ." "Don't you give me that tone Paula!" Stephanie raised her fist to me and I flinched. "After all I've done for you, don't you dare raise your voice to me! Now hurry up and finish cooking dinner." Stephanie headed out of the room, but stopped at the door. "And don't forget to change." I could feel her smirk run down my spine, breaking my will. "Oh my God!" I thought. What would I change into? I had nothing at all masculine left to wear. I couldn't wear a nightie and high heeled slippers in ...