1. Husbands Humiliation


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    ignorant idiot. She denied me men's clothing for so long that I can't even remember what it felt like against my body. My wife destroyed my credit cards and my driver's license. She made me hitch rides with pervert taxi drivers or her 16 year old nephew. My wife started carrying-on with my best friend. She made me his servant as well. She made me go on dates with teenage boys, her nephew included. This led to things I still can't bring myself to talk about. Surprisingly, among all of these humiliations, the worst occurred the day I discovered that my muscles had shrunk so much that my wife became stronger than me! Let me explain. Ever since our marriage, my husbandly duties included taking care of the lawn. That didn't change when Mistress made me her servant. Every Monday she made me mow the lawn and trim the bushes and do whatever other work needed to be done. Although she couldn't watch me, being at work and all, she did find many ways to verify that I complied with her orders. I never knew what would tip her off either. It could be an errant grass stain on some pants I was forbidden to wear or an eyewitness report of a nosy neighbor. It could be a dusty bookcase or a hidden camera. I never knew what was coming. One thing that did come every day though, was Mistress' inspection of my work when she got home from work. As I stood at submissive attention, Mistress walked from room to room in her business clothes, examining all of my work. On Mondays, this inspection ...
    inevitably followed a course that led it and me outside. It humiliated me intensely to stand at attention in a babydoll nightie and high heeled slippers (and later the maid's costume) as my wife surveyed the yard. I could tell the neighbors watched this spectacle with great delight each week. At first, I used to wear my loafers and shorts when I worked in the yard. Then they all wore out. Soon I worked in my wife's orange hot pants and a pair of my wife's low-heeled, wedge-heeled sandals. At that point I found myself wearing heels and babydolls inside the house, so I didn't see much of a problem wearing the hot pants and sandals out in the yard. Besides, as I said, my wife didn't let me change out of the babydolls and slippers for the Monday night yard inspections. I wasn't too thrilled that the neighbors would see me in either outfit, but what choice did I have? I felt so terrified during the first several inspections that my whole body shook with fear and my eyes darted back and forth nervously. I could see the neighbors watching tv - Monday Night Football probably. I would have felt very jealous of them if I didn't feel so self-conscious. If they bothered to look out their window during any commercial break, I would have been exposed! Mistress picked up on my fears and, I think, slowed the pace of her inspections to a crawl. I figured she got a kick out of prolonging my agony. Eventually I learned to calm myself and focus on maintaining my composure, which caused Mistress to lose ...
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