Humiliated Sissy Husband Novels & Stories

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

Crystal said, smiling incredulously. With discomfort and pain, Brandon took his wife's arm. He was so disappointed in her that it was difficult for him to contain everything he was feeling at that moment. "Let me go, Brandon, we are not in the house where what your will says to do is done!" Crystal said, lowering her voice. "Why have you done this to me?” "Now we are business partners, and I think you are very wrong if you think that you are going to treat your business partner the way you treat your wife," she finished by saying as she got rid of her husband's grip.

It was like something out of the filthiest smut she read and if this was going to end her marriage, then she didn’t care in this moment. It was everything. She watched as Rick gripped her husband’s hair tighter, snapping his hips faster. “Look at you, on your knees like a little cockslut.” He insulted, fucking his inexperienced mouth harder and harder until saliva was streaming all over his face. “After all that noise, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, huh? You're such a cuck. A filthy pathetic cuck” Tom’s hips twitched helplessly at the word and he came harder than he had in years, untouched and still cased behind his slacks.

I was lying on the floor now in only my bra and panties, shame and embarrassment on my shoulders, my pride in tatters as I folded myself into a foetal position, trying to shield my naked body from their penetrating gazes. I heard laughter erupt around me,my husband joining the merriment in its crescendo. They were enjoying this. They were laughing at my expense. They were gaining pleasure from humiliating me. I stayed on the ground there, fear and embarrassment taking a hold of me in a way that left me paralyzed and stuck in place. "William," I cried, imploring my husband. Trying to reason with him. "Why?" He stopped laughing, his eyes flashing. "Why?... WHY?!" He screamed at me, standing to

"Fuuuckk!" Slowly, I retract my fingers and fall to the rug, too exhausted to remain sitting. Though exhausted, I manage to look toward my dear husband. He looks out of sorts. His chest rises and falls in hard beats, almost as if he were having problems breathing. His hair sticks to his forehead in thick, dark clusters. And, oh my God, the way his dick holds his pants up—that definitely hurts. When his eyes finally leave the mold of my breasts and meet mine, his are glazed over, coated with raw desire.

The man she was going to marry instead. “Boyfriend?” Silas barked, his voice trembling with barely contained anger. “Are you out of your mind?!” “You just humiliated me in front of everyone, and now you’re telling me this is your boy…” “Oh, wait… hold on there.” She leaned forward, her voice rising with cold, satisfying rage. ‘Feel it. Feel every bit of the humiliation you deserve.’ “Humiliate you? No, no, no, Silas… you humiliated yourself. Did you actually think I was going to say yes? After all the cheating you’ve been doing? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

At first,I thought I had gone blind but within a few seconds, I could see again. I struggled to let loose and my wrists started hurting, but I couldn't break free.Without saying anything,he put his hand against my skin, I closed my eyes, and started crying, this is not what I bargain for, how could my husband treat me this way? I remained silent, neither resisting nor responding.

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

“In my defense: I didn’t plan on getting punched by a man with an impressive jawline and a very specific dislike for me.” “His name is Alexander Hayes,” Monica corrected, the name carrying the kind of weight that makes chairs feel too small.“And he’s not impressed by your charm either.” The air shifted. I felt like a kid trying to explain why he tripped over the family silver. “Monica….” I started. She cut me off, voice thin: “You humiliated me, Richard. In public. You humiliated our marriage. You humiliated me.” Those were a lot of humiliations for one person to withstand. I felt them stack on me like wet laundry. “Okay. Okay. I get it. I’m sorry.” Sorry seemed to fit as a bandage, but not

I looked down at my hand at the truth of his words, my wedding ring sat on my finger, heavy, full of regrets and the evidence of my bad choice. “But I love Charles”. I whispered in a small voice. He shook his head at me in pity. Maybe I wasn't only in love but also a fool. And I decided to give him just one more chance. __ Charles was back and watching the news when I got back. “Where did you go?” He asked “To see a friend.” Charles began to laugh and walked closer to me. “Who would want to be friends with a cheap, dirty woman like you huh?” The ridicule was too obvious and he wasn't even trying to hide his hatred at me.