Humiliation

My ex-wife and I still get along okay for the most part. She was enthusiastic about feminizing me. Occasionally she would get enough of it and then just go overboard to shut me up for a while. One such incident stands out.

After a particularly nasty week at work, I came home Friday evening looking forward to a relaxing, hot bath. As I was lounging in the tub drinking a glass of wine, she came in and asked me if I wanted to unwind by trying something special tonight.

“Sure. That is always good with me,” I replied. She knew I was likely horny and eager to do whatever she wanted.

She poured me another glass of wine while I laid back to relax. She took a warm cloth and covered my eyes, telling me just to lay back and relax. I felt her lift my leg to the side of the tub and lather it up with shaving cream. She proceeded to shave my leg slowly and thoroughly, until it was silky smooth. She then poured me another glass of wine and did the other leg. I was enjoying every second of it.

When she finished my legs, she opened the drain on the tub. I was about to remove the towel from my eyes when she ‘shushed’ me and said, “I’m not done yet.” I felt her lather up my chest and crotch, then finish the job of removing all the remaining hair from my body.

“Get out now and dry off. I have something special for you to put on.” I got out of the tub and she handed me a shopping bag. “Put everything on and I will be back in a few minutes. Here is another glass of wine to finish while you do that.” At this point I was starting to feel no pain and eagerly ripped into the bag.

I hurried to put on the new pink garter and hose. Also inside was a new pair of lacy, hot pink panties along with a matching bra.

“I see they fit nicely,” she said as she came back in the room. She then threw a skirt and top to me. “Put those on then put your jeans on over the skirt. No socks, just your old tennis shoes.