<p>In concert with a new blog post on my website, <a href="http://beccabellamy.net/naughty-cuckold-humiliation-ideas/" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Deliciously Naughty Cuckold Humiliation Ideas</a>, I’ll be posting a new cuckold humiliation most days throughout November and December. It begins with the mild ideas and I’ll work my way up to the extreme humiliation play. Stick around and you’ll get to enjoy a whole lot of lovely stories as a member of the Femdom tier.</p><p><img data-media-id="15627737" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>The Idea</strong></p><p>Once he’s wearing panties, you can increase the humiliation by taking him on a shopping trip to buy a pair of his own. Victoria’s Secret is the easiest place. If he’s okay with public humiliation, make sure to comment about how good a sexy pair of panties would look on him. The sales girls will almost always go along with it too, so you can ask them to help you pick out a pair of panties for your husband.</p><p><strong>The Story</strong></p><p>“Excuse me, could you help us?” your wife asks the beautiful sales girl at Victoria’s Secret.</p><p>“Of course! What are you looking for?” she says with a cheerful smile.</p><p>Your wife gestures to you and says, “We’re wondering if you have any panties that would be suitable for men.”</p><p>Not surprisingly, her request catches the sales girl off guard, but she’s a professional and she bounces back quickly and says, “Absolutely, we have a few styles that work well for men. Follow me.”</p><p>You trail your wife and hope desperately that none of the other shoppers know that you’re the one shopping for panties. It’s embarrassing enough to know that your cuckold cock will soon be encased in women’s underwear full time. If all the other women in the store knew too it would be doubly humiliating.</p><p>The sales girl leads you to a wall of shelves, each filled with bikini cut panties in a variety of materials. She catches you staring at a pair of pink satin panties and picks them up, “Here,” she says, holding them out for you. “Go ahead and touch them. They feel amazing.”</p><p>“What do you think, honey?” your wife says.</p><p>You run your fingers over the pink satin and you can’t help but think it would feel good to wear them. “They’re nice,” you say.</p><p>“They’re adorable!” your wife says, “and you’d look so cute in them.”</p><p>“You’re not the first man I’ve helped shop for panties,” the sales girl says, “and I’ve had a few repeat customers say that this particular cut feels exceptionally good. Not too tight, you know?”</p><p>Your wife smiles and says, “How nice, though I don’t think tightness is going to be much of a concern for him. There isn’t much to speak of between his legs, if you know what I mean.”</p><p>You burn with humiliation, but your cock stirs to life. Your wife has just told the sales girl, someone neither of you has ever met, that your cock is small. In fact, this whole trip implies that your cock is so small it should be encased in panties.</p><p>You feel a sense of relief when the sales girl smiles and says, “Well, if he’s not packing much between his legs we have another style of panties that I think he’d love.”</p><p>“I think we’d love to see those,” your wife says as she takes you by the hand and follows the sales girl.</p><p>You end up in front of a selection of skimpy thongs that offer far less material than the bikini cut panties she just showed off.</p><p>“Now there’s less material to cover up his little package,” the sales girl says, “but I get the impression that we don’t need to worry about that. Am I right? Will you fit in one of these little thongs?” she asks.</p><p>She’s caught on to what your wife is doing and she’s happily playing along. It even seems like she’s enjoying humiliating you. “Yes, I’d fit,” you say quietly.</p><p>“Oh, I love these,” your wife says as she pulls a leopard print thong from the shelf. “It’s so…well, slutty. Wouldn’t you like to wear something a little bit slutty, honey?”</p><p>“Yes,” you say. There’s no point in fighting it anymore. Your little cock is already half hard. Your brain is swimming with arousal. You’re turned on. You decide to go with it.</p><p>“Now, how about something feminine?” the sales girl asks as she reaches for a pale yellow lace thong. “Isn’t this beautiful?” she asks as she hands the panties to you.</p><p>You marvel at how soft the lace is while running your fingers over it. For a moment you close your eyes and imagine it against your cock. You smile.</p><p>“That would feel nice, wouldn’t it?” the sales girl says. “I can see it, you’d love to have that soft lace against your little man, wouldn’t you?”</p><p>“Yes, I would,” you admit.</p><p>“You know, I have one more thing I think you might really like,” the sales girl says as she leads you to a display full of exceptionally skimpy panties.</p><p>“Look at how small these are, honey,” your wife says as she admires the g-strings.</p><p>“We don’t sell many of these, to be honest,” the sales girl says. “Most women, myself included, like more coverage than that little string provides. I thought they might be perfect for you, though. The front could be like a little pouch for what’s supposed to be your manhood.”</p><p>Your cock jumps at her boldness. She’s leaning into humiliating you and you can see that your wife is delighted.</p><p>“I think she’s right, honey,” your wife says as she leans closer. “Your little dick would look so cute in one of these,” she whispers.</p><p>“Why not get a few? You can get a pink g-string for when you want to feel feminine and a black g-string for when you want to feel a little sexier. How does that sound?” the sales girl asks.</p><p>“That would be nice,” you say while picking up two more pairs of panties.</p><p>“I think we have everything we need,” your wife says. “You’ve been incredible. Thank you so much for your help.”</p><p>“It’s my pleasure,” she says. “I think those panties are going to look especially pretty on you. I work Monday through Friday, so come back any time and I’ll help you in any way I can.”</p><p>After you’ve paid and are making your way back to the car, your wife asks, “How do you feel?”</p><p>“Humiliated,” you say with a smile. “Thank you.”</p>