Panty Sniffing

Could you imagine a sexier panty Mistress

I am a panty slave. There is no denying that. Far from being a bad thing, being an owned panty slave is good. Panty Mistress Lisa has owned me for about 3 years. It happened pretty much by accident to be honest. Previously my girlfriend was also my Panty Mistress. We still are together but the dynamic has changed. She gets to control everything and I am just the panty boy!

So what do I get out of being a panty slave? Well first off I get to sniff some of the sweetest pairs of panties you can imagine. Panty Mistress Lisa will decide how fresh or ripe her used panties are according to how good or bad I have been.

An example is the clean house. I like to tidy (a bit girly you may think) but now it is no longer a chore because panty Mistress Lisa and I have a routine. On a Saturday morning, I am locked up in my CB3000 chastity belt. This, according to my Panty Mistress helps focus my mind on the job in hand. It means I am unable to relieve myself and therefore put all my energy into making a good job of cleaning the house because I may be well rewarded later.

Over the top of the CB3000 goes a nice pair of panties. The skimpier the panties the better. This is both pleasure and paiin because it instantly makes me semi hard, a full erection being prevented by the chastity belt. The feeling of being encased in sexy panties just makes me so excited.

I then set about cleaning the house, to my Panty Mistresses standard. She has high standards that I have to achieve. I am totally aware that I am now her caged panty boy..

A truly hot panty Mistress

It makes me that excited that by the time I have finished cleaning the panties are just damp with my own juices. I then have to Neal in front of my Panty Mistress and tell her what I have done, along with any issues that may arise. If Panty Mistress is moderatly pleased, I will be given a pair of panties that have been used (her gym panties are my favorite) and then ben unlocked.

Mistress Lisa and I do not have sex. She provides me with a pair of used panties if I have been good enough/done all my chores. I am expected to (eagerly) service her using my hands and my tongue as she sees fit.

I on the other hand, have 10 minutes with her used panties to relieve myself. That is my panty boy existance. I never knew female domination would be such a pleasure. She not only controls my mind, but my cock too.