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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
for any of this?" I said nothing though. Frankly, I didn't know what to say? I felt my knees begin to shake. My mind reviewed my options; it was a short list: drop to my knees and beg forgiveness, cry and pray for sympathy, drop to the ground and kiss her feet and swear never to disobey her again. What could I say at a time like that? "How dare you!" she screamed. I clenched my toes inside my slippers and tugged nervously at my skirt. The angrier Mistress got, the more c***dlike and helpless I became. My will, already broken, now shattered. "Please Mistress, I'm sorry." Tears began rolling down my cheeks. "I thought, since I may wear normal clothes to go shopping and. . ." "Don't you even try to explain this to me!" She tossed the sandals onto the floor and sat down on the bed, resting her head in her hands in disappointment. I remained standing. "I let you wear normal clothing to the store because it would embarrass me too much if everyone in town knew what for a sissy you are." Suddenly I felt genuinely ashamed of myself for all the bad thoughts I had earlier. Her tone became angrier again, "while you're here, whether in the yard or inside, you will wear your sissy uniform. You wanted it this way and now you've got it this way. Do you understand!" I was too scared to object to her assertion that I'd asked for this. I was also too ashamed of my behavior to object to her punishment. She was very lenient after all. ... "Need I repeat myself?!" I snapped back to reality quickly. I shook my head as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "No ma'am, I am sorry [sniff]. I should not have removed my uniform without your permission [sniff]." I couldn't bring myself to look Mistress in the eyes as I pronounced sentence on myself, "any additional punishment you deem proper is fair, Mistress." Mistress looked up at me, her frustration obvious. My knees knocked together, which was the only thing keeping me on my feet. Thoughts of all the humiliations she heaped on me lately coursed through my mind. I knew the power she held and I cringed in fear that she would unleash that power against me. Why did I offer to accept more punishment? Mistress remained silent. Her glare became too much for me, I dropped to my knees and grabbed her feet. "Please forgive me Mistress. I'll never disobey you again." If I wasn't so afraid of what she would do next, I think I would have started to wonder how I could have sunk so low. Maybe I could have saved some dignity. Looking back, I probably could have gotten her to agree to some sort of compromise, but I broke like a straw between her fingers. "I can see there is only one way we can sort this out. Come with me." Mistress grabbed my apron and pulled me to my feet. Then she led me to her closet. "We're going to go through my closet and remove all the items you may no longer wear. That is not to say that you can just go wily nilly wearing my ...