Caught Sniffing Her Panties

Dear FemdomU Forum,

My name is Keith and I have a confession to make. I live with my best friend Bryan and his girlfriend Abby. We’ve been friends since high school and after college, we decided to get a place together to save money. Little did I know that this decision would lead to the most humiliating and exhilarating experience of my life.

You see, I’ve always had a thing for Abby. She’s beautiful, funny, and has a body that could make any man weak in the knees. I’ve tried to suppress my feelings for her, knowing that she’s in a happy relationship with my best friend. But living in such close quarters with her made it impossible for me to ignore my desires.

One day, Bryan and Abby went out for a date night and I was left alone in our apartment. As soon as they left, I couldn’t resist the urge to sneak into their bedroom and go through Abby’s drawers. I know it’s wrong, but I just had to see, touch, and smell her panties.

With eager hands, I sifted through her lingerie drawer, taking in the intricate lace and silky fabrics that adorned each piece. The soft touch of satin against my skin sent shivers down my spine. My trembling fingers reached for a pair of her panties and I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her perfume filled my senses and I couldn’t resist the urge to pleasure myself. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my growing cock as images of Abby’s body flooded my mind, her alluring curves and delicate features driving me wild. With each stroke, I could almost feel her warmth enveloping me as if she were right there with me.

My mind was consumed in a haze of ecstasy, oblivious to the world around me. Suddenly, a voice shattered my blissful bubble and my body froze in terror. Abby stood before me, her piercing gaze taking in every damning detail – her panties clutched tightly in my hand and my throbbing arousal exposed. A mix of disgust and twisted pleasure twisted her features, relishing in catching me red-handed.

I was mortified and couldn’t apologize enough. But Abby wasn’t having any of it. She pulled out her phone and took a picture of me, holding her panties and my own arousal for evidence. She threatened to show Bryan unless I agreed to do whatever she wanted. I was desperate to keep my secret safe and agreed to her terms. Little did I know, it was just the beginning of my humiliation.

Abby told me to strip naked and get on my knees in front of her. I did as I was told, trembling with both fear and arousal. Abby’s hand disappeared under her skirt, and a wicked smile crossed her face as she pulled her panties off. The fabric was damp and clung to her skin, and she moved with such grace as she wedged them in my open mouth. Her fingers lingered on the fabric before they pulled away, leaving behind a wet spot where her arousal had soaked through. The taste of Abby’s panties was both sweet and salty, like a blend of honey and sweat. The fabric was slightly gritty against my tongue, but it only added to the sensation of being consumed by her scent.

She then ordered me to crawl over to her and lay over her lap with my bare ass exposed.

My heart was racing as I felt the cool air against my skin. I knew what was coming next and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Abby raised her hand and brought it down hard on my ass, making a loud smack. She didn’t hold back and each strike was harder than the last.

I couldn’t help but let out a cry as the pain shot through my body. But Abby showed no mercy and continued to spank me, making me squirm and beg for her to stop. The mix of pleasure and pain was overwhelming and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

Abby’s hand reached towards me and I flinched, expecting her to strike me again. But instead, she gently removed the panties from my mouth and placed them on the bed. She leaned over me, her eyes dark with desire as she began to slowly stroke me. Her words were laced with contempt and it only fueled my desperation for release. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she abruptly stopped and made me get down on all fours. My knees hit the hard floor as I crawled obediently towards her dresser. With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed a tube of lube and squirted it onto her hand before plunging her fingers inside of herself. I watched in shock and arousal as she pleasured herself right in front of me, taunting me with her moans and gasps while denying me any relief.

With a devilish grin, she thrust her slick fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste the remnants of her desire. The humiliation and arousal mingled within me, creating an ache that consumed my entire being. I wanted more, needed more of her control and dominance. It was torturous yet exhilarating, and I couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought me as I eagerly sucked and licked her fingers clean.

Abby’s commanding voice echoed in my mind as she demanded that I jerk off onto her discarded panties. My hands trembled as I picked up the soiled fabric and rubbed it against my throbbing cock. With each stroke, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, the anticipation building until finally, with a primal grunt, I released my load with such force that it sprayed across her panties and onto the floor. The mixture of pleasure and humiliation washed over me as I panted for air, unable to look away from the mess I had made.

Abby’s laughter echoed off the walls as she grabbed the panties, now a sticky mix of both our juices, and shoved them back into my mouth. I gagged and choked on the fabric, my cheeks burning with humiliation. She held up her phone and snapped a picture of my face, distorted by the panties and a trail of slobber dripping down my chin. My eyes widened in shock and shame as she threatened to show the photo to Bryan if I ever dared to cross her again.

With a sinister smile, she ordered me to turn around so she could take another photo. I winced as her hand came down hard on my already red and sore ass from the earlier spanking. Tears stung at my eyes as she captured the image of my punished behind.

As I left her room, feeling utterly humiliated and used, conflicting emotions swirled within me. The intense pleasure that had coursed through my body during our encounter was undeniable, yet I couldn’t shake off the shame and embarrassment that consumed me. It was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain that left me questioning myself.

I don’t know why I enjoyed that so much, but one thing I know, she’s not done with me. Last night she reminded me about the photos on her phone and threatened again to tell Bryan if I didn’t obey. She told me to be ready for an entire weekend of serving her when Bryan goes out of town next week… I’m sure I’ll have another letter to write soon!

Sincerely,

Keith