1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    cover my breasts. That place was all mirrors and they were mocking me. Richard offered me his jacket and drove me home. The guys kept my costume parts. Master Howard drove recklessly on the trip home. I prayed he would slow down. I was unfamiliar with most of these roads and I didn't want a cop pulling us over - again. This time I would probably be picked up for prostitution! When we got home, Mistress sent me to bed and watched the tape. I cried all night at the humiliation. The next night was the Bachelorette party. This happened at the same place. As I waited in the mensroom this time, I started to wonder why I would be asked to perform for a bunch of women? Wouldn't they prefer someone more like Richard? Someone with a real penis? Or had Mistress found a group of lesbians? What was she up to? I heard the knock on the door which was my cue. No time left to think. As I left the bathroom I heard loud cheering come from the women. I couldn't see them because of the lights. As I neared, the cheering dropped off until all I heard was the music! I knew this was a mistake. I climbed on stage and began my dance. No one rushed the stage, no one cheered. They all just sat there. I heard the occasional odd statement, but none of them sounded like cat calls. &#034I can't believe it! Who is Stephanie trying to k**?&#034 and so on. Finally, I reached the point where I tossed my bra into the audience. There was a loud collective gasp. Something wasn't right. Suddenly, the lights came ...
    on. I guess my act was over. Mistress stepped up on stage. She wore jeans, a sweater, and flats. I could see the faces in the crowd. They displayed a mixture of amusement and disgust. I recognized several. Miss Barbara was there - she looked amused. Jason's wife, Jack's wife, a couple of friends of Mistress', and then several women I didn't recognize were there too. A little over twenty in total. I assumed these were the wives of the bachelors. Mistress tried to quiet the ladies who began talking among themselves. One of them spoke up, &#034you really expect us to believe she is Paul, your husband?&#034 I froze. I never expected that! &#034Yes, it is. Why would I lie to you about this? Please, ladies, quiet. I've explained it all to you. Now let me give you the proof.&#034 Mistress turned to me. &#034Pauline, remove your g-strings.&#034 I didn't know what to do. Was she serious? &#034Now Pauline!&#034 I obeyed. Moments later my little penis sprung to attention for all the women to see. Silence. Then applause. Then cheering. &#034Oh my God! That's fantastic! That's great!&#034 and so on. &#034Please ladies, large noises and crowds scare little Pauline. Why don't you all sit down and Pauline will come by one by one and each of you can examine him to your heart's content!&#034 For the next hour, they ushered me from one table to another, wearing only the platform heels, the stockings, the cop hat, and a pair of lace gloves that came with the outfit. Every women there felt my ...
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