soiled underwear: My first request

 

Women's vaginas smell good to me, especially when they're aroused.

But even so, I get extremely horny when I smell pussy, and I enjoy sniffing old pairs of purportedly scented underwear.

When I still had a girlfriend, I would pull her soiled underwear out of the pile and frequently sneak a sniff.

It was wonderful to hold her soft, fragrant underwear in my hands and jerk away while inhaling their scent.

She once came close to catching me doing it, but I was able to convince her that I wanted to do the laundry—even though I never did—so it took her a few kisses and some convincing for her to think that this time I was doing it as a sign of love.

I really didn't dare use her scented laundry after that.

I didn't pull out a pair of scuffed pants from the laundry basket until she left.

Then, I parted ways with my girlfriend.

Not the least of which was the fact that we had a contentious debate about "perverts" who had fetishes.

She had previously seen an article on television about shoe fetishists.

She overstepped her bounds when I defended shoe fetishists.

In retrospect, I believe she wasn't the right choice because I also believe I have a kind of fetish for worn underwear with an intimate scent, but now I was faced with the challenge of not having any sweetly scented underwear anymore, at least not within reach.

What should we do then?

I was drawn to the internet, just like a lot of other men with bizarre sexual preferences.

I looked into it and discovered I wasn't alone.

Other guys were sniffing the perfumed lingerie of women, and that gave me courage.

Finally, I read a slave narrative in which a slave was so desperate to smell his mistress' intimate scent that he would stop at nothing to obtain it.

In order to pee in a glass for her, he crawled on the floor and used his tongue to lick the dirt clean.

I was also intrigued by this BDSM story, and I frequented BDSM and mistress-slave sites increasingly, even though I couldn't have imagined going that far at the time.

My fantasy was probably much more beautiful and exciting than what happens in an SM session, but since I didn't know it, my sex fantasies greatly eroticized me.

I liked the idea that I could only smell the intimate scent of a beautiful woman on command, that I got worn pants from a dominant lady, and that I would be punished, beaten, and tormented if she caught me sniffing her scented underwear dot.

I wanted to remove soiled, fragrant underwear from a dominatrix!

What about transportation, though?

I frequently came across an online marketplace where you could purchase used underwear during my research.

I had no idea there were so many girls and women selling their worn-out underwear, worn-out nylon stockings, worn-out shoes, and other items.

Everything you needed was here!

However, I always sought out the scented briefs because I thought they were the most appealing.

Actually, I was looking for women and girls because that's who I was picturing.

She smells like her vagina.

Even though they weren't strong women, I discovered two very attractive girls.

Finally, I had a fantasy about BDSM that I hoped to realize.

The department store for used pants was thus rejected by me.

There had to be some distinction.

After work, I barely did anything but research worn panties to find a mistress I liked and whose private, fragrant panties I could purchase.

The idea had captured my attention so completely.

In the end, I began an online course with a web dominatrix, which went very well.

Actually, all I had asked her was how she would react if someone approached her with such a request.

However, this marked the start of a first gentle educational chat and webcam session.

I took a fun educational journey that lasted about two weeks because I liked it.

She of course noticed how keen I was on it and used my sex fantasy to play with it, but I knew for a long time: I wanted your panties.

She demonstrated various panties to me during the online lesson, but when I asked to buy the ones I was wearing, she made me tense up.

She always said she would give it some thought.

The talks then started.

My interest was piqued by our bargaining over her scented underwear and, of course, by her appearance on the webcam.

She didn't always act in that manner.

Sometimes, all we did was exchange text messages.

When she finally got me ready, I fell in love with a pair of white underwear that, when wet, revealed her sugar-sweet pussy almost transparently.

The thought of smelling him right where her wet pussy used to be drove me crazy, but I wanted this one.

I gave her a deal she couldn't refuse and asked a strange woman for my first intimate scent slip.

Since we had been corresponding for some time, she didn't seem as strange to me anymore.

When I transferred the money, I was so excited that I didn't know what to write.

I simply added the phrase "for something special" after the purpose.

Actually, nothing was required, but for some reason, I wanted to convey to her how important I felt this first order was to me.

She wrote 2 days later that the funds were available and that she would now send the underwear packaged in a plastic bag. That night, I was so excited that I had to jerk myself awake twice because I was imagining the best-case scenarios.

Following my sex fantasy night's intoxication, I was plagued by a thousand thoughts throughout the day: What if the postman could smell the letter?

Bullshit, how was he supposed to smell that when the scented laundry was in a plastic bag? Where should I hide the worn underwear so that my cleaning lady wouldn't accidentally find them?

What if it wasn't smelling like my online dominatrix anymore?

Those were the worst hours of my life; I was mentally exhausted and the anticipation was stifled.

But then, the day after work, I held the sizable envelope in my hands as I nervously opened the mailbox.

In my apartment, I could simply close the door before opening it.

The smell explosion and its thrilling consequences when I opened the bag were indescribable, and I can only say this much: Since then, I've already ordered 5 more worn panties from my dominatrix, and every single one of them is worth it.

There it was, in a transparent plastic bag that was closed at the top: my first scented briefs that I purchased.