1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    complaint was coming so she kept me too busy to bring it up. She literally didn't allow me a free minute to complain! From the moment she got home, she rode me like a dog. Nothing I'd done during the day was right. In fact, so much was wrong that she made me skip dinner so that I would have enough time to finish all the rest of my duties. She also took that moment to tell me that I'd been gaining weight and that I was going on a diet. &#034Working through dinner tonight will be good for you.&#034 &#034Should I still serve you dinner?&#034 &#034No. I'll order a pizza.&#034 And she did. Out of spite, Stephanie let the pizza boy in while she got change out of her purse. This gave him the full view of me as I worked. I wore my sissy shorts, a dress like apron, and long red nails. The flab on my chest even bounced a bit when I walked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me. Then he began to laugh. On his way out, he said, &#034Good night ladies.&#034 When he left, I stormed over to Stephanie. &#034I don't apprecia. . .&#034 &#034How dare you! Be quiet!&#034 My resolved vanished. My strength melted. My will collapsed. I went from angry husband to quavering jello- like submissive. I cringed, waiting for the verdict on my outburst. Stephanie's justice was always swift and vicious. &#034I will not take that from you Paula! Get back to work. And don't you ever, and I mean ever, speak unless you are spoken too again. If you do, I'll make you greet the pizza boy in a dress ...
    and give him a big kiss. Do you understand me sissy?!&#034 &#034Yes ma'am.&#034 I scurried back to the living room to finish my dusting, relieved that the punishment was so light. It was difficult to tell where I'd left off with the dusting since I'd done a perfect job in the morning, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I started over. As I worked, I still shook with fear and choked back tears. Soon I was near the end of my list, with only the kitchen floor left. It looked like I would still have some free time. I knew Stephanie was not in a good mood, but I had regained my resolve. I was determined to bring up the TV situation! Just then, she called me into the f****y-room. She sat on the couch watching TV, which she muted as I entered. Apparently my TV blackout wasn't to be lifted for even a few seconds. &#034When you're done with that filthy kitchen floor, you will polish each of my shoes.&#034 &#034Yes ma'am.&#034 Boy did I stand up to her! As she watched the nightly business report and world news, I ran myself ragged trying to re-mop the kitchen floor and polish her shoes. Usually I don't polish her shoes until the weekend, but she had a big meeting the following day and wanted it done tonight. She said she needed all of them done because she wasn't sure which ones she wanted to wear the following day. I didn't buy the explanation. I don't think she meant me to. After the shoes, I fixed her nails. I tried to speak, but I saw myself kissing the pizza boy. I waited for ...
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