1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    interest in the inspections. That caused her to speed up the inspections to get back inside - she always hurried to get out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable than her business suits and heels (actually, she usually kicked off her heels before inspecting the lawn. &#034You can't wear heels on grass dear.&#034 Then, back inside, she made me clean her feet and rinse her stockings. She has amazingly soft feet!). Living in the house on our right was an older man, probably around 50, who toiled endlessly in his garden. He used to wave to me back when I dressed like Paul. The first time I wore the hot pants and the sandals, I thought, &#034oh God, he's going to laugh at me the whole time.&#034 Surprisingly though, he didn't recognize me! Instead, he started calling me &#034Stephanie&#034 - making the same mistake as the grocery store clerks. I guess he had poor vision. On the one hand, being made for &#034Stephanie&#034 was pretty humiliating. On the other hand, I felt quite relieved he didn't recognize me. On the other side lived a pudgy little teenage k** who hated yard work and rarely made an appearance. He's the kind of k** you dislike on looks alone. He used to give me funny looks which I tried to ignore. As I already mentioned, I eventually ran out of shorts and tee shirts. At that point, Mistress made me wear babydolls and high heeled slippers around the house. This then gave way to the maid's uniforms while I worked, the babydolls and slippers in the ...
    evenings, and anything I could find in her closet when I went to the store. Through all of this, I continued to wear the wedge-heeled sandals and hot pants to do my duties out in the yard. When I wore out the shorts, I switched to a pair of kaki kulats I'd found. When I wore out the sandals I switched to a pair of higher heeled wedge- heeled sandals. I just couldn't see myself wearing the maid's uniforms before the old man and the k**. Plus I didn't want to mess with the horrid spectacle of spike heels on grass. I figured Mistress would understand my dilemma. She didn't. One Monday night I stood in Mistress' bedroom looking at the grass stains on the wedge heeled sandals I'd worn to mow the lawn. Mistress waved the sandals in my face. &#034Can you explain this to me?&#034 Not knowing what Mistress meant I decided to remain silent. &#034This is a grass stain on my new shoe! And I found grass blades on my kulats! Did you wear these and my kulats to do your yard work?&#034 Her tone demanded an answer to this question. &#034Yes, Mistress.&#034 Her anger rose. &#034I can't believe this. What on earth made you think you could perform your duties out of your uniform? Do you think we buy you those uniforms because we like to see you in them? No, they are a part of you and we understand that. You needed them and now you have them, so you will wear them. Our finances are too tight for you to go wasting my money on your whims!&#034 &#034What bull!&#034 I thought. &#034When did I ever ask ...
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