I’m a lucky man. Indeed my girlfriend understands my need for kinky stimulus. She knows I am a pantie fetish person. She also knows that I dream about some serious strange shit. This story is partly based on where a real life panty fetish can get you.

Lauren gets quite turned on when I tell her my dirty little secrets, especially my pantie fetish and panty sniffing ones because they are so easy for her do to and they keep me so horny and complicit.

I am such a panty slut that I would do anything for a pair of Laurens panties and I usually do end up doing just about anything to feed my pantie fetish. When she takes them off at night, especially if she has had a busy day, they are just heavenly when soaked in her juices and kept warm all day.

We bumbled along quite nicely, me in effect being her pantie slave (as well as house slave, in as much as cleaning and tidying). Smelly dirty panties for sniffing where my reward!

One evening we got to playing truth or dare and the question asked was “What little pantie fetish secret have you not told me about? This was going to be interesting. There were really deep darker thoughts of my panty fetish.

Lauren worked with this slutty but sexy BBW named Amanda. Amanda was larger than life and I had just built up this obsession with being able to pantie sniff Amandas used panties. I imagined they would be so hot wet and just so totally slimy that one sniff would send me pantie sniffing heaven.
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Recently, my Panty Mistress had not been well, having been laid low by flu. She appreciated all the help and care I gave her and she, as My Panty Mistress would make me a very happy panty slave when she was on form again.

For this greedy panty slave, this happened last week and I have a great tale to recount to you a pretty hardcore Panty Mistress in charge story.

Now my Panty Mistress knows that I have my favourite knickers. The slinky black ones that are just so cute and shiny and black.

I noticed that she had been wearing them for a couple of days so I guessed something was going on. She kept teasing her poor panty slave by sitting with her legs open, but who am iI to tell my Panty Mistress to stop teasing her poor panty slave!

That Saturday evening came around and my Panty Mistress tapped her thigh and said “come here big boy, neal in front of me” I quickly got on my knees with waist between her thighs. I could feel the heat from her hot, wet and damp knickers. Just so ready for panty sniffing.

She pulled off my top and started carressing my nipples. She knew this made me putty in her hands. She began to pinch my poor nipples and I was beconming exceptionally excited. She asked me “Do you like panty sniffing my knickers?” I was embarrased but turned on. It was all part of the game. She knew I was a complete and utter panty sniffing pervert.

I nodded and said “Panty Mistress, I love panty sniffing but only panty sniffing your knickers!” She smiled a little knowing grin and then pushed me back and stood up, my nipples aching from the sweet mistreatment.

She then said “You panty pervert, follow your panty Mistress upstairs for your punishment” I knew again, it was all part of the game.
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