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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
my tee shirts fit. I was kind of embarrassing to see my formerly well toned chest bounce with all that flab. Between the ponytail and everything else, I'd learned my lesson. When she demanded that I dye my hair some sort of very feminine blond, I just shut my mouth and slipped into the chair. The following week, I ruined the last pair of shorts completely by accident. I swear that I closed the bleach tightly like I always do, but when I reached for it, the cap popped off and ruined the pink shorts I wore. I wondered how Stephanie would react. I dreaded that night. As Stephanie walked into the house, she set down her brief case in the hallway and handed me her overcoat. I hung it up. "What happened to your shorts?" "I spilled bleach. . ." "How careless. I guess we're out of shorts now aren't we?" I nodded as she rubbed her hand over my shorts, causing my penis to grow. "Why didn't you change into something nicer before I got home. Do you think I want to see you in bleach stained shorts?" "No ma'am, but I didn't know what to wear." I was going to be as submissive as I could bare to be. I would not risk making her angry. "I'll take care of that." Stephanie paused, thinking. "I think I'll inspect the house first. But you're not going to wear those shorts. Take them off." I stripped to my panties. My penis stood at attention underneath the satin panties. The fabric did not stretch much, so my penis pulled the panties away ... from my body, leaving a gap at the top of the panties through which Stephanie could see my penis. "That looks painful." Stephanie giggled as she rubbed one of her nails along the length of my shaft. This was the first time in a long time that she'd touched my penis with her hand directly. Usually, she fondled me through the panties. Oddly, I hoped I did not ejaculate because that's very hard to clean out of satin! Needless to say, the inspection was emasculating. Then the fun began. I stood virtually naked before Stephanie. She stood in front of her closet, holding up a very small sexy babydoll nightie. By "her closet" I also mean her bedroom. She'd kicked me out of the master bedroom weeks ago. I now lived in a small guest bedroom upstairs - the smallest in the house. "You can wear my nighties, I don't have a problem with that," make no mistake, this was not my choice, "but there will be conditions. I will not allow you to go around with hairy legs hanging out from under my them. From now on you will shave your legs." I didn't even try to protest. I hated this idea, but I just couldn't bring myself to confront Stephanie. Looking up into her eyes made me feel weak and small and broke my will before I could say my piece. It wouldn't have done any good anyway. Stephanie grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. Once there, she made me run a bath and then stripped me naked. "You can use my razor tonight, but tomorrow I want you to buy your own ...