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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
constantly rubbing against the shirt. With each step, my breasts bounced up and down. By the end of the evening, I had small bruises all over them and I resented each one. I truly longed for my feminine finery. The party itself was a hoot. All the guys wore some form of dress or skirt. Most of them looked positively ridiculous, although a couple looked a little too good not to raise suspicion. The wives got a lot more fun out of the evening than the husbands. The women tended to separate from the men into little cliches that spent most of the night reviewing each of the guys. Later they rejoined their men for some heavy teasing. As payment for their humiliations, more than one man received a hand job underneath his skirt. I did note, by the way, that almost every woman wore female shoes. All in all, I was the only one there wearing men's shoes and I would have traded those for the world. As I stomped around in my uncomfortable costume, each and every man hit on me. I would have liked to humiliate them a bit about their costumes, but Mistress ordered me to "be demure." It positively disgusted me to see several of their penises sticking up underneath their skirts as they spoke to me. The other women seemed to enjoy the show though. The women kept coming up to me and saying stupid things like, "you must be so relieved to be out of that maid's uniform!" (Most of them saw me at the first party and a few saw me from a distance when they visited the house - Mistress ... liked for me to be seen, but not up close "I don't need you recognized.") They would also say, "I can't believe you wear such high heels. You must be so happy to be out of them." Little did they know. And "you're so pretty, there's no way you can pull off being a man." Gee, thanks. I guess this was the prevailing view because I won the "worst man" award. That was quite a shame considering my circumstances. Master Howard, "Missy" as he called himself that night, didn't win the "best woman" award but he came close. It amazed me how well Mistress managed his transformation into a woman! If she ever turned her powers against him, he'd easily replace me! When all was said and done, I did enjoy myself except for the constant pain! I have to believe, by the way, that Mistress fully intended to cause me pain. I mean, come on, there isn't a polyester object in the house! And if the other women could wear heels or women's flats, why did I need to wear wing tips? Well, her plan worked. After this party, my longing to return to male clothing subsided greatly. Even when I imagined myself as male again, I still saw myself complete with hair, make up, nails, and heels. Plus, I couldn't shake the image of the wide hips and proud breasts. Still, I should have tried right? With a man living in the house, why didn't I go get some male clothing and put an end to this whole affair? That's a fair question. All I can say is that it wasn't that easy. I ...