1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    underwear, and wing tips! Wow. I hadn't worn these since I lost my job so many eons ago! So why wasn't I happier? Well, for one thing, I still kept my long nails and my long auburn hair. I wasn't allowed to remove the polish from my toe nails. My body remained hairless. My shape remained female. I guess, I feared that no matter what I wore, I'd still look like a woman. That would be a difficult blow to my psyche. If I remained a woman even in men's clothing, how could I ever escape? I was also terrified that someone at the party would recognize me. You know, I should probably mention that, well. . . I guess, the other thing that bothered me about these clothes was that they were such a change. If I'm going to be completely honest as I promised, I must admit that I liked some of the aspects of female clothing and I wasn't too thrilled to give them up. It's like, you know, being naked for years and suddenly having to adjust to wearing a suit all day. You may realize that the suit is right for you, but you don't particularly like it because it's not comfortable now that you're used to being naked. Comfort actually became a bigger deal than I would have guessed. As I slipped into the cotton briefs, I instantly missed the silky feel of my panties. When I followed this up with the thick coarse pants, I felt positively restrained. It felt like wearing a heavy coat in the summer! For the first time in however long, no breeze caressed my legs! Polyester socks substituted poorly ...
    for silky stockings. The shirt (also polyester) felt very rough and ungiving against my nipples. This friction caused my nipples to become hard, but brought me more pain than pleasure. Imagine rubbing your penis softly with sandpaper. The jacket weighed so much that it felt like an anchor. Finally, the shoes. Oh my God! what can I say about those shoes?! These things sucked. They were heavy and thick. They were ungiving and stiff. Worst of all, they were flat! Within a minute, my feet began to hurt, causing a shooting pain to run up my legs. This pain became so intense that I removed the shoes and slipped back into my heels. As I entered the kitchen in my men's suit and women's heels, Mistress exploded. &#034What are you doing? Men don't wear heels! Go take them off!&#034 &#034But Mistress, my feet.&#034 &#034I don't care. Go change.&#034 I returned to my room, bitter. I tossed the shoes on and returned to the kitchen. For the rest of the night, my feet were in constant pain. I came to hate those wingtips. When the party finally ended, I was so relieved I actually wore my heels to bed. By the end of the evening, I actually began to resent all of the clothes I wore. The shirt and socks felt scratchy and uncomfortably warm. The socks failed to protect my nail polish - each of my toes were horribly scuffed by those nasty shoes. The pants were uncomfortable as was the jacket. Without a bra, my breasts pulled extra hard on my chest, making my back hurt. My nipples were sore from ...
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