Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
AH HA! I fucking caught you! I knew someone was sneaking into my room and rifling through my dirty hamper, I just didn’t know it was a wanna be sissy panty sniffer!
Oh, what’s that? You don’t want to be a sissy? You just love how my musky scent lingers on the fabric after a full day of wear? Sure, sure. And you only slip the panties up your hips because you’re imagining humping your pathetic clit against me while I’m wearing them?
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
Husbands are like hounds. They must be broken and trained. One of my favorite ways to break a married man is scent training. Take my Boss, Jack, for example. Jack had been married for eighteen years, happily, he claimed. However, when he hired me as his executive assistant, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and soon his hands would follow.
Getting Jack to cheat wasn’t tricky. I had asked him one day if I could change in his office, and I “accidentally” left my panties under his desk. Making it look as if I’d just missed them when I picked my clothes up off the floor. I knew as soon as he found them, he’d press them to his nose and his training would begin.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was getting ready to go out on the town, but she liked to match her panties to her outfits and accessories. She began searching the house looking for a particular pair: they were two toned, lace and caged at the back, perfect for the cheeks.
Continue reading “The Chronicles of Miss Anna’s Panty Slut Pt. 10”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna had to stock up on some things. She didn’t have anyone to watch her naughty boy, so she told him that he had to come with her, but she made him promise he would behave or else she wouldn’t take him anywhere ever again. Her Naughty boy nodded yes and off they went.
Continue reading “Mommy Anna goes to the Grocery Store with her Naughty Boy”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.
“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.
“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
My son went away to college, and the house was quiet without him. I had so much less cleaning to do, and everything was always where I left it. Honestly, I missed the chaos of being a boy mom, but it was nice to relax for once. I was so excited when he came home for spring break, but I didn’t expect the new type of chaos we would encounter.
The first day he was home, I showered after the gym, and the panties I had laid out went missing. I assumed maybe I had dropped them on the way to the bathroom, or maybe I didn’t grab them like I thought I had, so I let it go and grabbed a new pair. Then, each day, the same thing happened. Even the sweaty pairs I put in my hamper went missing, too!
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Did you know that panties are sissy quicksand? Of course, you didn’t. You are a man’s man. A guy who only masturbates to things men like. You wouldn’t ever consider yourself a sissy or be into fairy things.
At first, you think sniffin’ a pair’a draws is innocent. A harmless little whiff but then you realize how soft the material is and how good you think it might feel on your dick.
All you wanna do is jerk off in them, right? You have no idea how dangerous they actually are. Slip ’em on and fall into the sissy quicksand pit!
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Sometimes it feels like my clients are more fucking obsessed with panties than any girl I’ve ever met. They want to sniff them, wear them, hoard them! It’s insane how many times I’ve heard cross-dressing and sissy clients alike lament over purging their pantie stash.
One honey little fucker called me the other day, nearly in tears. “I just want to feel sexy and cum in a pair of panties!” He sniffled as my eyes rolled back into my head.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
After I caught Eugene in his sister’s panties, I told him we needed to go to the unique boutique where we’d get him his very own sissy panties. He shouldn’t be stealing because that’s so wrong. Not to mention it violates his sister’s privacy, so off we went to the particular shop that would fit Eugene for his own perfect sissy panties.
When we arrived, so many other little sissies were running amuck in their girlie undies, and I could see the anxious excitement in Eugene’s eyes. He wanted his own pair so badly! We told the clerk he liked stretch, soft nylon panties the most. Not lace or cotton, but shiny nylon.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna had gotten a new neighbor. He was a tall, dark, handsome man and had a young son, who was in his 20’s. He often worked long hours, but Miss Anna would try and catch him any time she could, while gardening outside, smoking, or simply bringing in her groceries. One day, that tall, dark handsome man had to go away for a couple days and asked Miss Anna if she could watch over his son. Simply pop in to say hello, make sure he was going to school and eating properly, as well as doing his chores.