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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
holes, but I didn't have any other shoes! "If I don't wear these, what can I wear?" I said more to myself. Stephanie pointed to the bed. I wished I didn't see what I saw. The one pair were black high heeled pumps. These things were delicate and feminine. They had a glossy black finish and a four inch high heel. There was no way I could wear them. The other pair were pink wedge heeled sandals with lots of delicate little straps. The heels couldn't have been more than an inch and a half, but they were very feminine. "I'll give you twenty seconds to decide which pair for tonight and then I'll decide for you." I looked at the shoes. The sandals were probably easier to explain, except for the pink color. I could always tell Rick that my shoes were ruined and I had to borrow hers for the night. I guess he'd buy that with a pair of low heeled sandals. I made my choice. "Ok, I'll wear the sandals." "Good choice. That way I'll be taller than you all night. Now would you like to continue wearing those shorts or would you rather wear some of my slacks?" "Definitely the slacks. Anything that hangs down over these shoes." "Ok, put the shoes on and let's go to my bedroom." "Alright dear, let me just remove my nail polish." "Uh, no. You can take the polish off your fingers, but not your toes." "What?!" I mean heck, why not just make me wear a dress too? "Are you deaf or are you asking for punishment?" ... "I'm sorry Stephanie." "That's better. Oh, and if you remove the polish from your fingers, you'll have to replace it tonight before you go to bed." I could live with that. I sat on the bed in Stephanie's bedroom, looking at the silver nail polish on the ends of each of my toes as they stuck out from the pink sandals. Although these shoes had relatively low heels, they felt very awkward. Each step I found myself expecting my heel to hit before it did. It's hard to describe, but I found myself walking nearly tip-toe to compensate. I figured I could explain the shoes to Rick by telling him that I'd ruined mine that day and I wore these as a stop gap measure. I didn't know how to explain the nail polish. I wasn't too sure how to explain my fingernails either. I'd removed the polish, but they still stuck out 3/4 of an inch past the tips of my fingers and they were oval shaped. As I stripped them of color, I never even suggested cutting them because I didn't want to give Stephanie any reason to get nasty. I didn't have the time to make it up to her before Rick showed up. "Here, these should do nicely." Stephanie handed me a pair of pink slacks. My eyes began to object, but Stephanie cut me off. "These will match your shoes. You need to match dear." Stephanie then tossed me a very delicate white silk blouse. I didn't object. Instead, I meekly stepped into the slacks. This was a new experience for me. The zipper ran up the back. Fortunately, I'd become so ...