Humiliated Sissy Husband Novels & Stories

The strap-on woman shoved me down onto the bench on all fours, kicking my knees apart until my cunt was spread wide at the audience. Lila yanked the leash hard, forcing my head up so I had to look out at all the faces. “Beg for it, you filthy slut,” Lila hissed in my ear. “Tell every single woman here exactly what a pathetic married whore you are and how badly your neglected cunt needs to be destroyed in front of them all.” My voice was trembling with shame, “I’m… I’m a filthy cheating married whore! My husband is home snoring while I sneak out to get my sloppy cunt ruined!

You and your disgusting father had the guts to cause some scandal in my head and lie to the general public making it look like I am a slut which I know that I am not and I don't care what anyone thinks about me . "well that's one thing ,you all don't know ,how about Clara ,there are so many men in this world that would love an regard you as a real human and not like an animal that you are now but what did you do ,you carried your cheap self and opened your disgusting legs to my husband ,I know you seduced him at his weak point and threw your cheap self at him because that's how cheap you are ,you aren't worth a piece of something good ,you are just a disgusting piece of shit .

"Lisa's father, the impotent husband of a slave we had briefly, and five of my poker buddies, though one of them is probably more gay than not, and a submissive and he's currently on the Pacific Crest Trail hiking for several months with a brand new girl dominant." "I doubt if you'll have problems with the delivery driver," Sam said. "Don't order food from there any more. The gay submissive shouldn't be a problem either. Just tell him to stay the fuck away. The impotent guy; if he's impotent, how did he fuck your slave and how often would you see him?" "He used a strap-on, and I doubt we'll see him again. His wife was serving as a slave due to his impotence, but he realized he might be able

I returned home exhausted, only to hear the sultry moans of my wife, Sasha Fuller, coming from the bedroom. After realizing she'd been discovered, she not only showed no remorse, but she even allowed her young boy toy, Harry Upton, to taunt me. Harry's eyes were full of mockery as he declared, "What right does an impotent man like you have to expect her to stay loyal to you? You're just a kept man who married into the Fuller family. You only managed to latch onto her before I did. What gives you the right to point fingers at me?"

Jim: "Mom, I AM more man than that wimp you call a husband, aren't I?" Sue: [Taking hold of his gigantic organ and his swollen testes, squeezing one and hefting the other to gauge its pendulous weight.] "Sweetheart, you are MUCH more man than that sissy. Your ten inch babymaker is so huge, so strong, and so virile. It's at least three times the length and volume of that spineless husband of mine. I am your slave; I will do anything for you. I must have you...I need that cock inside of me, touching me where your father never did, never could."

“Drop the act you slut. How else did you get pregnant for you brat. I can’t even believe I was stupid enough to want to have sex with you.” “You cold hearted bastard!” “Hit a nerve did I?” He laughed mockingly and finished his drink. His phone rang. “Hey babe? Yeah I am home. Thanks for the wonderful evening-“ He pushed past me and went upstairs. I stood there like a statue, tears of humiliation rolling down my cheeks as I listened to my husband speak to him mistress.

“To a very unfortunate woman, I'm sure. What do you want? My husband won't be too happy seeing you here.” He laughed. “The same husband who couldn't protect this from happening to you. You don't have a husband, you have a sissy. He's weak!” “Id watch my tongue if I were you. Don't speak about my husband like that.” “Oh please. If you were mine, I'd fight that bitch off for you. I mean, when I saw that beautiful soft skin of yours, I couldnt help myself.” He saw my body… “I don't care. If you don't stop this madness soon, I'll make you stop. Stop talking bullshit to me. Get out of my room.”

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh. Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark. A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away. "Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?" "Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that." "Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation." I looked at him like I'd heard a joke. "Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

"The bride is right. That guy is an embarrassment to all the men in the world!" "I don't think any woman can stand a husband like him. He's more useless than a dog!" Evelyn's eyes filled with fury. Her cousin had gone too far! No matter how pathetic Elio was, he was still her lawfully wedded husband. How could Sienna embarrass her by mocking him in public?