1. Husbands Humiliation


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

    her to mention the TV, but she didn't. Without a word said by me that night, she sent me to bed. I never got the chance to bring up the TV problem. Of course, I didn't bring up the lock out the following day either. Or the following day or the one after that. Since Stephanie never mentioned it, I never got the chance to talk about it. I just didn't dare bring it up on my own! Slowly my life changed. Because Stephanie took the newspaper to work with her every day and she switched off the TV whenever I entered the room in the evenings, I was now cut off from the real world. I never even knew how the Super Bowl ended. I felt more alone than ever. The next day she told me to gather up all my sports magazines and place them in a large box. Because I could see what was coming, I only placed half my magazines in the box. I placed the other half into a dusty old box in the upstairs closet. While Stephanie spoke on the phone I snuck the box back to the closet and set it on the top shelf in the back. The box was heavy enough that Stephanie couldn't retrieve it without my help and dusty enough that she wouldn't want to. The remainder of the magazines went into the other box, into the trunk of her car, and off to who-knows-where. From then on, when I did my nails I read my old sports magazines and watched the fashion channel. I guess I should admit though that after a while the same magazines got kind of boring and I eventually started reading Stephanie's fashion magazines (the only new ...
    magazines she allowed into the house). Soon my sports magazines were all but forgotten up in the closet. The following weekend, Stephanie came home with a bunch of hair care bottles and a new hair drier. For the past four months, Stephanie had refused to give me any money to get a haircut. At this point, my brown hair hung down to my shoulders. I don't know if she planned it this way or whether it was all a coincidence, but now Stephanie could use my long hair to teach me how to take care of hers. Like my nail training, she told me that I needed to take care of mine the same way I took care of hers. I hadn't revolted much during the past few weeks, but this time I did. &#034I hate having long hair. It always gets in my face.&#034 This wasn't my main point, but it was better than silence. You wouldn't believe the effort it took to f***e even that out of my mouth. &#034Alright, Paula. There are several ways to keep the hair out of your eyes. You can either get a perm or you can start wearing a soft pink ribbon and tying your hair in a ponytail.&#034 She'd outsmarted my objection. It was hopeless to resist her. Facing this Hobson's choice - I took the ponytail. What I didn't realize when I made my choice, was that she meant a girl's ponytail. So there I stood, with a ponytail high up on my head, tied together with a pink nylon ribbon. My nails were silver that day, and I wore nothing the hot pants and a too-tight tee shirt. I'd been gaining fat in my chest lately and very few of ...
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