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When I complained about always being in the basement they decided to give me a hanging wedgie and leave e there while they went out to dinner.

Sounds close to you.

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What a pathetic cuckold is likely to see as the haze clears and he come to following his beat down. Me, in bed with his wife in my arms. Her, smiling that “finally satisfied” smile. Both of us, amused by your shock and the fresh tears welling up in your eyes.

“Go fetch us some coffee, bitch.” I command. You hesitate but your wife gives you that look of “you’d better do as the man says” so you get up to obey, looking around for your clothes. Now your wife says “honey, we threw your clothes down the trash chute last night…my man says you shouldn’t be allowed to wear men’s clothing. He says it’s an insult to all men.”

“What am I supposed to wear then?” you ask, squeaking weakly.

“You can put on your wife’s outfit from last night, little girl,” I answer, “being such a shrimp, it’ll fit you fine, and besides, you belong in frilly skirts and fluffy sweaters, like the fairy you really are.”

Without a word, you get up and begin putting on her clothes, you face red with shame.

“Hurry up, I want my coffee, bitch,” I order you, “I’ll take a large, black and hot.”

Your wife giggles at the obvious pun as you scurry off to obey my command.

Chastity would give you use to her now that she’s over your tiny cock