My husband has been such an annoying cunt, I decided to teach him a lesson. He knows his wife is one of the most demanding, bitchy, and hottest phone sex mistresses, but occasionally he forgets his place and must be punished.
I’ve decided my husbands punishment will be public embarrassment and being forced to walk the streets as a cross dressing slut. Being turned into a sub hubby isn’t the worst thing that can happen to him, he knows I can do far worse, and he doesn’t want to cross his bitchy wife and make her mad.
Whether I’m playing the role of bitchy wife or domme mistress, my husband is well aware that I can make his life a living hell, and cross dressing is only the beginning. I’m sure my sub hubby wouldn’t want his coworkers, and family members to see pictures of him in drag, now whatever would they think.
I’ve picked out a perfect little outfit for him to wear: dress, shoes, panty hose, wig, the works. And we’re going to go out for a Sunday stroll. Oh yes, that’s right, I’m taking him to the place he’ll be the most humiliated, a church.
It’ll do him some good, having a little church time, and I can only imagine the faces of the congregation staring at him as they slowly begin to realize that one of “god’s children” is really a man in drag.