By Glitter Goddess
I was pulling up my stockings and adjusting my garter belt after I finished a real time session. It was my third this week and each just seemed to be more fun than the last. The good boy was in the bathroom and preparing to leave. I must admit he was taking longer in there than a quick freshening up.
I am the Goddess after all, so without a warning I opened the door. There he was in total ecstasy, eyes rolled back with my pink panties pressed up to his face. He was sniffing feverishly like it was the last breaths he would take. He came-to when he realized I had opened the door and the look of shock, dread, guilt, and horror on his face was amusing to me.
“Where did you get those?” I asked pointedly, knowing full well those were my dirty panties from a few days back.
“Goddess, they were in the hamper, Goddess.” With a ’tisk-tisk’ from me, he continued to speak, “Goddess, I am so sorry! I tried to control myself. I told myself before I came for this session, I have two jobs 1. To please the Goddess and 2. NOT to take Her panties. I know better, Goddess, I do! But they get me so hard and confused and all I can think of is getting a smell of your scent and …”
He was visibly upset and I could tell he could go on and on trying to talk himself out of the mess he was in. He continued, “…Goddess I so badly wanted to be a good boy for you and I made it to the end, but then I saw your hamper and…”
“Let me guess,” I said, interrupting him. “You saw it and right way promised yourself you would stay far away from my laundry. Then you wondered why it was just sitting right there, so unprotected and conspicuous.” He nodded, eyes wet. “…And you couldn’t help yourself could you?! You just had to take a little peak inside! I know those panties weren’t at the top, so you reached in and messed with my dirty laundry! Maybe you just wanted to see what was in there, but I know as soon as you saw those bright pink panties, the lace, the bow, the fabric in the crotch, you had to pull them out and sniff them!”
“Yes, Goddess! Yes!! I am so sorry Goddess! PLEASE” He looked so defeated with tears streaming down his cheeks and that hard cock in between his legs.
“You took one look at those panties and you NEEDED to smell them. It’s a powerful urge that can come on strong, even if it was something that a good boy had never considered before. It can hit you like ton of bricks and before you know it, that sacred material that rests in between my legs all day long can become too much for a weak little submissive to resist.” I smiled devilishly, “You took them to your face, feeling the lace pressed up against your nose and mouth and you breathed in the sweetest smell you have EVER smelled. Isn’t that right!? It was intoxicating and transfixing. Isn’t that right my good boy?”
“Yes, Goddess, Yes!” He nodded emphatically, still hard.
I was a little taller now, more menacing and more beautiful than ever. I knew I had complete control which is exactly what a true Goddess savors. I reached down and wiped his tears away with my soft hands. “You have a profound addiction to my panties. This is something that you cannot change or escape. The damage is done. You have smelled my intoxicating scent and now you will long to smell it again and again.” I knew at this stage I could beat him, punish him, tell him how bad he was. But why would I do all of that when I could foster his addiction and show him what a good little pantie sniffing boy he could be for me?!
I reached down to grab the panties and he cowered away, worried about what I’d do. I cajoled him, “There, there, I’m not going to hurt you.”
I pressed the panties to his face and told him to take a deep breath in. His eyes rolled back again in pure ecstasy. “If you wanted a pair of my panties sweetheart, all you had to do was ask,” I smirked. “You want to take these home with you, don’t you?!” I giggled.
“Yes Goddess, please! PLEASE!” He managed to say. “I’ll do anything!!!”
“Good then,” I said, satisfied. I knew that one pair of panties would provide him hours of orgasmic pleasure, laying on his back with them draped over his face, smelling and even tasting their beauty. They would be his new favorite connection to me. My sent, my loveliness, my power, all represented in this single item of clothing.
Once I had sent him on his way with his new addiction, I laid down to do what I had been wanting to do since I caught him in that compromised position. I grabbed my favorite sex toys and slid into bed. Images of his weakness came to mind, the look on his face while he sniffed them, the addiction I planted in him, the way he needed to keep smelling… and I buzzed away with my favorite vibrator into pure bliss. My panties were on the entire time. I like the way the vibrations feel through that thin, sexy material. By the time I was done pleasuring myself the panties were good and creamy, I slid them down and tucked them into my clothes hamper. Would the next submissive victim find them?