1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    ever day for a few weeks now, but I didn't have the nerve. Besides running out of work clothes, I wanted to go out with some friends, but I no longer owned the clothes to do that. I hoped to bring the conversation around to a point where I could mention that. Stephie wasn't going to let me. &#034No. We can't afford it.&#034 &#034But what will I do?&#034 &#034Well I'll tell you Paula,&#034 she'd started calling me &#034Paula&#034 lately when ever we fought; she said my whining reminded her of a woman. &#034You're not going to like this at all. Since you don't see anyone working at home, you're going to start wearing my hand-me-downs.&#034 My jaw dropped to my knees. &#034I guess I can bare the thought of you in drag around the house, but don't go visiting any neighbors - I don't want them knowing the humiliations I endure being married to you.&#034 &#034I what?! I can't. . .&#034 &#034Shut up Paula.&#034 I froze obediently. A month ago I would have told her to go stuff herself, but for whatever reason I couldn't say a thing. I guess I just realized that she really had me over a barrel. For months now I couldn't find a job. I no longer earned a dollar and each day I didn't, it became harder and harder for me to find a job. Stephie controlled all of our finances, so I couldn't get a single dollar without her permission. I guess she also had a point: why bother replacing my clothes when I didn't need them? No one ever saw me except her. Besides, I didn't have to wear her most ...
    feminine clothes. I figured I'd just wear her jeans, maybe her shorts, and a few tee shirts. Nothing too bad about that. I guess those were the reasons I meekly accepted her will. Maybe I wanted to punish myself for my failings as a man. I don't know. Whatever the reasons though, I remained mute. Stephie acted as if the matter were settled. She continued her walk around the house checking my work. I meekly followed her from room to room as she examined my work. Her every look nearly shamed me to tears. I knew she'd find a lot wrong today. Whenever we argued, she always found lots wrong with my work. She was going to keep me working all through the evening correcting all my &#034mistakes.&#034 Don't get me wrong by the way. I know I said &#034fought&#034 and &#034argued&#034 but we really didn't fight these days. It was more a matter of her getting angry and me doing what she ordered. In a sick/funny sort of way, this is exactly the opposite of how it used to be. Whenever we argued in the past, I merely raised my voice and Stephie did as she was told. Of course, unlike her, I was only acting in both of our best interests. Stephie seems to be acting more or less without thinking about my feelings. The next day I wore Stephie's clothes for the first time. Stephie &#034allowed&#034 me to wear a pair of very tight pastel orange shorts. They looked like hot pants on me! I felt really gay. Underneath I wore panties. Things got worse. &#034I won't have you ruining my clothes the way you ...
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