1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    bridesmaid or usher or anyone else in the wedding party who needed alterations. All of this was heaped on me in addition to my regular duties. Mistress ran me ragged that whole week! As I sewed all of the very lovely bridesmaid dresses, I began to dread the wedding. Horribly though, my dread stemmed from my not knowing how I would be dressed, not the fact that my wife was about to belong to another man - if she really could belong to a man and not the other way around! Towards the end of the first week, something really strange happened that would have profound consequences. I had just returned from the grocery store to find Master Howard asl**p naked on the couch. I wore a lovely flower print sun dress and these very sexy multi-coloured sandals that Mistress bought me as a &#034wedding gift.&#034 Any ways, Master Howard often slept on the couch. Sometimes he slept naked. It did not surprise me to find him such. I set the groceries down in the kitchen and returned to the living room. I wanted to wake Master Howard and ask him to help me bring the fold-out chairs from the garage to the backyard. I figured my clicking heels must have woken him up, but he still slept. As I entered the living-room, I couldn't take my eyes from his penis! I don't understand why I felt so fascinated. The idea of seeing another man naked or touching a naked man or kissing one or anything else that belongs exclusively in the domain of men and women together sickens me more than I can explain with ...
    mere words. That's what makes what happened next all the more surprising. I stood transfixed, watching his stomach rise and fall softly with his breaths. He definitely slept. His right leg was d****d up over a couch cushion. His left leg rested on the floor. Between his legs, his incredible penis hung, swaying slowly with his breaths. It was soft right now, and it still measured six inches long and two inches in diameter! Even before my ordeal began, my penis never measured that size - except when hard! Suddenly, my legs began moving. I found myself creeping closer to him - the sound of my heels clicking off the hard wood floors echoed like gunshots. He still slept. I knelt down between his legs. I wanted, no, that's not right. . . I needed to see his penis at its full glory. I needed to see the competitor that stole my wife and turned me into the thing that knelt before him. With my head less than two feet from his organ, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I reached into my purse and pulled out a pair of scissors. I could rob my competitor of his greatest weapon! &#034We'll see if Mistress still marries him when he no longer has this!&#034 Slowly, my right hand reached out towards his testicles. My left hand gripped the scissors tightly. My right hand pushed through his pubic hair. He wiggled! I froze. When I satisfied myself that he would not awake, my red tipped fingers continued their journey. I felt giddy and nauseous at the same time as my fingers wrapped around his ...
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