1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    do or say. My mind couldn't comprehend what just happened? This had to be some sort of trick. How could my wife lift a suitcase so easily that I couldn't budge? Sure Master Todd could move the box which I couldn't, but that's different. He's a scrappy teenage boy. This felt so differently. I can't even begin to describe how emasculated I felt. And worst of all, my penis, the little traitor that constantly added to my humiliations, sprang up beneath my skirt. Instinctively I covered my penis with one hand. The other hand covered my mouth, which let out a soft gasp. There I stood, a picture of sexist femininity with one hand covering my private parts in modesty and the other hand trying to prevent the gasp from escaping my pouting lips. What had I become? Mistress set the suitcase down and shot me a wicked grin. She knew the advantage she now held over me! Suddenly she lunged at me. I turned to run away, tossing my arms up in the air - I ran as if I still wore my heels, even though I didn't. Mistress caught me from behind and tossed me onto the bed. I squealed like a teenage girl. She quickly turned me over, pinning my flailing arms against the bed. As I squirmed beneath her powerful body, Mistress reached one hand under my skirt. I tried to free my arms, but she held both of them tightly above my head with only her other arm! Her eyes pierced mine like daggers. Her warm hand wrap itself around my penis and testicles. My penis stiffened involuntarily. She began stroking and ...
    pulling on me. This was the first time she'd touched my privates with any intent of jerking me off since she began dating Master Howard! I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to let her satisfy me, but not under these circumstances. I squirmed, trying to resist. &#034Please stop. Please.&#034 She ignored my pleas. I began to cry. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt my penis release its load into my skirt. Mistress withdrew her hand and cleaned it on my blouse. &#034Ha! You weak sissy! That was incredible! I never thought this would happen! Damn, girl! Things are really going to change now.&#034 She was right. From that moment on, I was the weakest person in the house and they treated me as such. Suddenly I not only needed to do all the housework and obey all commands, I now became subject to periodic strength tests. Mistress and Master Howard took great pride in pinning me down and making me try to lift objects that were too heavy for me. That reinf***ed my subservience to the nth degree. The following morning, after Mistress left for work, I went to her closet to measure exactly how weak I'd become. I tried to pull the suitcase from the shelf where Mistress placed it, but couldn't. Again, reminiscent of my misadventure with the box in the upstairs closet, I pulled her vanity chair to the closet and stepped up onto it - kicking off my heels first so as not to leave any marks on Mistress' chair. I didn't need her knowing what I'd done! In fact, I hoped no one found me ...
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