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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
front of Richard. I'd be ruined. As I cooked I thought about my clothing option. I could wear the star pants shorts. I typically wore those and my wing tips when I went shopping these days. Although I wore these items to go shopping, I felt humiliated the entire time. On me, the shorts were more like hot pants. The big clunky shoes at the end of my soft, curvy shaved legs, the long platinum blond hair (Stephanie had made me put a slight lifting curl into the hair so it puffed out at the bottom), and the long fingernails all combined to make me look like more female than male. Most of the other customers called me "ma'am." The guys at the cash register knew me as "Stephanie" because Stephanie made me use her credit cards - she'd cancelled all my cards. I never corrected the anyone because I didn't want to explain why I looked more like Stephanie than I did like Paul. Plus, as Stephanie I could always get one of the boys to carry the groceries to the cab for me. Oh that's right, I forgot to mention the cab. Stephanie tore up my driver's license to save money on insurance. Now she gave me exact cab fair for my little trips to the store. In a bit of twisted obsession, Stephanie made me keep the cabby waiting while I shopped. This made me hurry (or I wouldn't have enough cab fare) - I really had to run! This had the added nuisance of keeping me from stopping to read any magazines. Oh God, what was I going to do? Once dinner was prepared, I hurried to my bedroom to ... change my clothes. I hung up my apron and kicked off the mules. I felt determined to get as masculine as possible in the few minutes left to me. Stephanie came in to watch me change as she often did - I hadn't seen her naked since she kicked me out of her bedroom. I stripped naked and then replaced my panties with new ones. Stephanie decided to tease me. "Very sexy. Richard will like those." "He won't know about these." "Well I certainly won't tell him. I don't want the world knowing what kind of sissy I married." I hated when she said that. This was all her idea after all! I reached for the star-butt shorts and slipped them on. "Are you sure you want to wear those?" "I don't have anything else." "Well ok, but. . ." "But what?" "Well, honey. They do show off your nicely shaved legs. And they will certainly make your shoes stick out more." I reached for my wing tips. "What's wrong with my shoes." "Well, since you asked, you won't be wearing those worn out old shoes anymore. I will not have that. In fact, those are going in the garbage tomorrow morning. On the other hand, there's nothing wrong with these," she tossed some shoes onto the bed. Stephanie picked up my shoes and placed them in a bag she was holding. Then she went to my closet and grabbed the last of my tee-shirts and other clothes. The loss of my shoes really hit me. I felt confused. What was she doing? Granted my wingtips had numerous ...