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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
breasts and played with my penis. Every single one of them squeezed my nipples between her finger tips to see how sensitive I was. Miss Barbara squeezed my testicles so tightly I thought I was going to die! "Wouldn't Todd just die if he knew!" she laughed as she yanked down hard on my scrotum. I fell to my knees in pain. When I finished my rounds, Mistress returned me to the stage as a display object for her lecture. Mistress went on and on about my breast size, my dress size, my shoe size, the fact that I could no longer wear flats, my submissiveness, my loss of strength, how helpful I was around the house, etc. One of the women asked if my penis still functioned, Mistress explained that it did and that I masturbated regularly (I guess I forgot to mention that). Then she ordered me to masturbate while standing there on stage. I did this in front of others for so long now that it no longer bothered me. As I stroked myself, the real purpose of the meeting began. One of the ladies asked, "You say you can do this to any man?" "Yes. With ease. All we need is your help and time." "How long did it take to bring Paul to this state?" "I'd rather not say that in front of Pauline. He has long since lost his sense of time and I'd rather not give it back to him. Likewise, please don't mention news or politics or other current events to him." "Can we ask her some questions?" "Certainly. Pauline, answer all the ladies' questions but ... don't stop playing with yourself." Mistress sat down on the chair. "Pauline, hi I'm Rachel." Mistress rose. "Uh, Rachel, please don't treat Pauline like an equal. It will only confuse him and undercut the training." Rachel got into the spirit quickly. "Pauline, tell me what day this is?" I couldn't answer. "Well, try to guess. What is the year?" I guessed 1996, which brought a lot of conversation. Of course, no one told me if I was right or wrong. "Who is the President?" I didn't know. "Who is the mayor?" I didn't know. "Where is the new mini-mall?" I didn't know. And so it went. With each admission, the ladies giggled at my deficiencies. You'd think that all of this would tip me off about the sinister plan Mistress was putting me through. Everything that was said should have told me that my new feminine status was not a result of things I did, but an ingenious plan created by Mistress. It should also have told me that things did not just naturally progress to this phase. But, to tell the truth, I was so busy masturbating and trying to do a good job of it, that I only half heard everything that was said. Plus they mixed it with lots of references to science and current events and other things I couldn't follow. Later, the things I'd heard seemed to vanish into my imagination. Within a week, I'd forgotten most of them. "Doesn't Richard object to Pauline's presence?" "No, not at all. Here, look at this picture. ...