1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    a word he ran his hand up my leg. My hand pulled his from my leg and placed it on my breasts. I felt my penis begin to grow underneath my skirt - I crossed my legs to protect that little secret. I reached over and kissed him on the cheek. &#034Are you flirting with me?&#034 &#034Well, I. . .&#034 he seemed hesitant. I jerked the hook a little more. &#034I don't mind.&#034 His hand rubbed my breast. Then I whispered, &#034come with me.&#034 His wife smiled as I took his hand and led him away. Slowly I led him up the stairs to the bathroom. He rubbed his hands up and down my legs as I climbed the stairs. In the bathroom, I flicked on a switch which turned on the camera. Then I dropped to my knees and acted for the camera. Apparently, he was the first slated for the &#034Reprogramming&#034 as the women called it. I hope this blow job was worth it to him! When we returned to the wedding, I signaled Mistress that I'd done what she ordered. She smiled and blew me a kiss. Then she returned to the wedding. Her and Master Howard exchanged vows and everyone cheered - even my old friends like Jason and Jack. Master Howard promised to &#034serve and obey&#034 by the way. Mistress promised to &#034honor and respect.&#034 Finally, the guests turned to the food and the dancing. After the wedding, I found that my exposure brought new duties. I became a babysitter for any woman who wanted time off - each c***d, by the way, came dressed like a girl whether male or female. I also became a toy ...
    of distraction for any of the wives who wanted to dominate a man while they waited for the program to schedule their husband. The women could either come over and do as they wished with me - up to one hour a week each, or they could have me come to their house for three hours every other week to cook, clean, and do whatever else they wanted. It must mean something that, without exception, each woman liked to make me dress in her own clothing (no matter how ill-fitting) and then have me prance around her house as she watched. That's kind of hard to explain, if an explanation is even needed. On Saturdays, Mistress insisted that each woman bring over all of her shoes for me to polish. I was literally faced with over three hundred pairs of shoes to polish each and every Saturday! A few days after the wedding, I got my first glimpse of the future most of these men faced. As I finished dusting the diningroom, Mistress called me to come out to the kitchen. There I saw Mistress, her boss, and his wife. Mistress' boss wore a ladies raincoat. Beneath the coat, I saw he wore stockings and high heeled pumps. When he removed the raincoat I saw an ill-fitting maid's costume like mine. He looked very precariously balanced on his high heeled shoes and distinctly embarrassed and uncomfortable in the rest of his finery. His hair had been died platinum blond and he wore heavy make up. Around his neck he wore a leash which his wife tugged continuously. When I entered the room, &#034Mildred&#034 ...
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