Caught With My Panties

Caught With My Panties!

When I decided to take a roommate, I wasn’t thinking about the loss of my privacy or that I would ever catch anyone with my panties. I just had an extra room and needed the money, a roommate was the answer. I wasn’t sure about having a male roommate, but he seemed really cool, and our personalities meshed. About six months in all was going well till it wasn’t?

I wasn’t planning on getting off early, but we had had a power outage at work, and they just told us all to go home. I walked through the door and went to my room to drop my things. What I found in there wasn’t what I had expected. My roommate was standing in my room with my panties wrapped around his hand and his pants around his ankles.

I had just caught him with my panties!

I was shocked, and with my voice raised, I asked him what the fuck he was doing in my room with my panties. Like, I knew what he was doing, but I wanted, no, needed an explanation. He was startled and almost fell on his pants around his ankles as he turned away and tried to hide the panties and his exposed dick. He started stammering, trying to make some dumb excuse, and as I watched him struggle to explain himself and pull up his pants, I realized that while I was mad and felt violated, I also felt something else. It was stirring down below.
I had thought that he might have been crushing on me, the lingering glances, the extra chores he would do without me asking.

This, though, was an opportunity! I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. He still hadn’t been able to answer my question, so I answered for him. I accused him of jerking off with my panties. He started stammering again and eventually just nodded yes. There was shame in his eyes as he looked down. I told him that he was going to pay for this.

This is how it started, my revenge on my roommate caught with my panties.

I let him stew in the humiliation of being caught for a few days. Throwing side glances his way, making him squirm, knowing his punishment for me catching him with my panties was coming. He just didn’t know when, and that made me so hot. Then the moment came.

We had just eaten dinner, and I casually told him to strip. He hesitated, and I reminded him what would happen if he didn’t. He reluctantly took off his clothes and stood naked in front of me. I commanded he clear the table and clean up after the dinner he had made, naked.
He did as he was told, while I watched. I thought this was a fitting punishment for him getting caught with my panties.

When he was done, I made him come to me. I stood up, touching him, then I kissed him. My hands are no longer able to hide my need for him. I told him to take my clothes off. When he got to my panties, I stopped him, I took them off, and set them on the table. He could only touch my panties if he satisfied me.

He started kissing me again with an intensity.

The night became all about him pleasuring me, working hard for the prize of those panties. When we finally came for air, I handed him the panties I had taken off. I told him it didn’t end here, he had gotten caught with my panties, and he was mine now. If he ever wanted to touch them again, he would serve me when I wanted.
This back and forth became such an exciting and satisfying relationship. I was glad I had caught him with my panties, and I never let him forget it.

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