Panty Sniffer Fisting – An Apt And Ruthless Punishment

Panty sniffer fisting – how it all began.   

Last year I bought a small holiday cottage in a beautiful rural setting in the North of England. The cottage needed a lot of work, so I hired several local tradesmen. The guys were in and out of the place over a period of weeks and I enjoyed flirting with the big, muscular builders and carpenters. However, the last thing on my mind was a panty sniffer fisting session!

Everything was fine, except that I noticed that some of my underwear was missing. I was certain that a pair of my crotchless panties and some see-through knickers had vanished, as well as a thong. I know all about panty fetishes from my favourite callers, and I quickly made a plan to catch the culprit.

Two days later, I installed a motion-activated camera in my bedroom. The camera sent alerts to my cell phone whenever someone activated it. Sure enough, I got my first alert later that week. I immediately rushed home and slipped quietly into the house. The builder’s labourer was in my bedroom. 

A panty sniffer fisting seemed the best punishment for the crime…   

I’m not sure who was more shocked when I burst into the room. Probably it was the big boastful Yorkshireman who liked to throw his weight around. He was completely naked – except for my expensive silk lingerie – and was sniffing and licking another pair of my panties as he fondled his bulging hard-on. Fortunately, I know how to deal with men like that. Watching men wank always gets me so horny – but he still needed punishment…

I strode straight up to the idiot and slapped him hard across the face. Next, I demanded to know what he was doing and informed him that he had been caught on a hidden camera, and I was calling the police. I also told him that the whole world would see a copy of the film. The man went white with shock and began to panic. I had him exactly where I wanted him.

My panty thief was completely in my power and I decided to punish him with some panty sniffer fisting. If he wanted my used knickers, he could bite down on them while I pushed my entire hand into his arse. I ordered my new slave to go down to the kitchen and bring me a rubber glove from the kitchen. Then I told him to bend over my dressing table. 

I wanted my prisoner to see himself in the mirror as I humiliated him.  

I took my time putting the glove on and applied a generous amount of lube. And I told the wretch that he’d better hope that no other tradesmen showed up in the meantime. Enjoying his anxiety, I stood behind him and slapped his arse several times – as hard as I could. I thought about getting a belt out of my wardrobe, but a panty sniffer fisting was a much bigger turn-on.

I slowly and deliberately pushed my lubricated finger into the builder’s tight arse. He gasped in discomfort, but I knew that this was his first time. It didn’t take me long to get a second finger inside him, as I pulled his hair and told him exactly what I thought of men who steal women’s knickers. As I fingerfucked his arse, I ordered him to lick my panties again and again.

It didn’t surprise me that my panty sniffer perverted little worm of a slave had a rock-hard erection.

And now it was time to teach him a real lesson. I squeezed more lube over my hand and forced him to take a third finger. This time, I really started thrusting into him, working my hand like a cock. As I felt his arsehole loosen, I applied more lube and began to ease my entire hand inside.

It took a while, and a whole tube of KY, but my panty sniffer fisting session was finally in full swing. I showed the big macho builder no mercy at all. As I fisted him, I leaned down and harshly whispered that he was still on camera and would be my slave for life. Indeed, I might even turn him into my Pay Pig ATM. And when I told him that if he dared cum all over my dresser, he would have to lick it all up and eat it. The thought was too much for this burly builder, and he splattered my mirror almost immediately. As he begged for mercy and informed me he wasn’t a faggot, I took great pleasure in proving him wrong!

Are you a secret panty sniffer? Do you delve around in the dirty laundry hamper every time you visit your neighbour? Confess all your sins to Mistress Emily, and I’ll decide on the most appropriate punishment…

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