1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    clothes, but I can see the temptation is just too great for me to leave these hanging around in the open. If I let you chose anything you want any time you want, you'll keep picking out the same clothes and then they'll wear out too quickly.&#034 For the next half hour, I stood by motionless in my maid's costume and my four-inch high heeled sandals that Master Richard thought would look so cute on me, as Mistress went through her closet removing all of her pants, shorts, tee shirts, and low heeled shoes. When she finished, the only things left were dresses, skirts, and stilettos. It's funny because I don't even remember her owning stilettos when we first married. In fact, I don't remember her wearing high heels of any sort! Only since my transformation began, had she started wearing higher and higher heels. Now she even occasionally lounged around in very high stilettos. Despite her new found thrill for feminine footwear, she still often wore low heeled flats or medium heeled dress pumps to work or around the house. Likewise, she often wore dress slacks or jeans instead of skirts. All of these items went into the pile. I wondered if this meant she was going to start dressing more like she made me dress? The way she dressed for her dates with Master Howard! &#034Now pack these clothes nicely into this suitcase. Tomorrow I'll buy a lock and then you won't be tempted anymore.&#034 Mistress pulled a suitcase from the upper closet shelf. One by one, I packed all the clothes I'd ...
    been wearing to the grocery store into the suitcase. When I finished packing, Mistress ordered me to place the suitcase on the upper shelf. The surprise of my life awaited my effort to lift the suitcase. I pulled and nothing happened! I must have looked the total idiot with my knees together, and both hands on the suitcase handle, pulling with all my might to no avail. Nothing happened! I decided to remove my heels to gain some traction. I bent down and undid the little buckles. Mistress watched me fascinated. I hadn't been wearing heels this high for very long so my feet were greatly relieved to be out of them, but being flat footed was no longer exactly comfortable either. With my shoes off, I stepped over to the suitcase. My stocking toes dug into the carpet. I placed both hands on the handle for the second time and yanked with all my might. The suitcase left the ground for a second and then fell over - crashing out of my grip. &#034I'm sorry Mistress, we put too much into this suitcase. It's too heavy. I'll unpack some of it.&#034 Mistress shot off the bed, where she'd been sitting, watching the &#034Paula Show.&#034 &#034Wait honey.&#034 Mistress pushed passed me, slightly taller than me now that she wore heels and I'd removed mine. I watched in amazement as she placed ONE hand on the handle and lifted the suitcase off the ground. Granted, she was straining a bit, but she lifted it with one hand! And she wore relatively high heels! I felt paralyzed. I didn't know what to ...
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