Blog : Panties

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11/22/2022 3:29 am

Panties

i put on a pair of panties when i got up this morning. Even though i am currently single and lack a Woman to give my life structure and meaning, i will still occasionally wear one of my collection of panties to remind of times when i didn’t have that choice. Besides, having on this pair of lacy raspberry cheeky hipsters adds a wonderful touch of humiliation throughout the day.
Like most boys i think i developed a fascination for panties as soon as i began thinking about girls, noticing the differences. The first pair i got was on a family vacation. We spent a couple of days with someone my father grew up with who lived on the Florida coast. There was a girl a year or two younger than me. Shivering with fear i managed to snatch up a pair of her dirty panties from a laundry basket. i was afraid that they would be found for the rest of the vacation.
The panties were nothing special, just simple cotton. But they had been worn and they had an aroma that i immediately fell in love with. Once we got home i would put on those panties, sometimes even sleep in them, and soiled them several times. Finally, i washed them but that took away any lingering hint of that delicious smell.
my next pair came from one of the neighbor girls. i’m not really sure which of the sisters they belonged to. i had just found myself alone in their bathroom and peeked in the laundry hamper. Also, basic cotton but more of a bikini style, these panties also had that amazing smell.
i knew better than to masturbate in them and ruin the scent. i wore them in my room and at night. i even ventured out of the house a couple of times with them on under my pants. i was constantly hard any time i had them on.
After that i began a bit of a collection. Whenever i found myself in the position i would liberate a pair of dirty panties. i would sniff them and wear them and would be in a near constant state of arousal.
When i started dating the Woman who would become my Wife and first long-term Mistress, i confessed to Her my larcenous ways. She laughed at me and said that i probably looked very cute in those panties.
She didn’t do anything with panties for a couple of weeks, much to my chagrin. In fact, i was beginning to feel as though She had either forgotten or wasn’t interested.
Then one night while we were living together before the wedding, after i had licked Her to two orgasms while not being allowed one myself, She got up from the bed, put on a robe and walked into the closet where our laundry hamper was. She returned and threw me the dirty panties She had worn that day, telling me with a grin to put them on. i asked if i could smell them and She laughed and told me She would be disappointed if i didn’t. So, i did. i inhaled Her scent. It mingled with the juices that covered my face.
When i slid the sexy silk panties on the material caressed my erection, my cock straining trying to get out. She laughed some more and said a lot of humiliating things about my being a slutty little bitch. She told me to go get her a drink and walking through the house, even though it was dark i felt embarrassed and humiliated. i loved it.
Upon returning i gave Her the glass and She told me to lie down at the foot of the bed and because i was being such a good boy She allowed me to worship Her feet while She watched television. That’s where i slept that night.
The next day i had to wear those panties under my clothes. That began the “tradition” of me wearing Her dirty panties each day. Deep down i knew no one around me, no one at work, knew that i had them on but i still felt the twinge of humiliation as i slid them on each morning.
She would call me at least once a day at work and i would have to describe the panties i was wearing, even though She knew perfectly well what they were. But having me say it out loud, into the phone, multiplied my humiliation and gave Her a laugh.
The biggest humiliation was when i went to the gym. No, i didn’t wear the panties when i worked out but i did learn how to pull down my pants and the panties at the same time, quickly, and stuff them into my locker before anyone saw. There were a few times i’m sure someone caught a glimpse of the colorful lace or silk.
Eventually, since i didn’t have a need for them, i got rid of all my own underwear and She used that drawer space for more of Her clothes. Some of which i eventually began wearing. While Her bras wouldn’t fit i could slide into Her dirty pantyhose or stockings, soiled teddies and baby dolls. She would always insult me and verbally humiliate me but i knew that my embarrassment was making Her happy. And that’s all that mattered.


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