Archive name: Panty Sniffer.HTM (M/F, Humiliation, Farting, Blackmail, Panty Sniffing)

Authors name: Smotherfan ([email protected])

Story title: Panty Sniffer

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I have made my fortune out of other people’s fetishes and of course my power to exploit those fetishes.

I believe that everyone of us has some fetish or perversion, usually buried deep within our subconscious, usually so deep that it never surfaces, but for a few, well, several million, the fetish is so near to the surface that it only needs the slightest of cultivations to bear fruit.

I am a striking woman, tall, with long copper coloured hair and eyes, elongated legs leading to a cute butt, a slender waist and still proud and perky boobs, not bad for a woman now in my early thirties.

I also have a presence, a strong personality, a quiet but very confident voice and a quite prodigious determination to always succeed. I also have a nasty streak, seeing someone else suffer actually turns me on, so never plead at my feet, rather than extracting sympathy you are simply making things worst.

It all began just before my seventeenth birthday. I was spending the summer with my cousins, something I’d done for years, but now three months with the hicks from the sticks made me shudder.

The Morton’s weren’t really my cousins; one of my mother’s sisters had married a widower and along with a husband had gained two stepchildren, Cliff who was now eighteen and Bryan who was just sixteen.

Cliff had decided that I fancied him, which was mildly true, and he wasn’t really family, but I wasn’t that desperate, so I just passed the summer prick teasing him. It shouldn’t have been a shock when I discovered him in my bedroom, what was a shock was what he was doing!

Cliff had a pair of my soiled panties wrapped about his very obvious erection whilst he held another pair beneath his nose. Well, that explained why I’d lost so many pairs of knickers. I waited until I knew he was about to shoot and then I coughed.

He froze and then made a dash for the door, only I was way ahead of him. The door was closed and I was standing sentry.

Cliff didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry!” He stammered as his face went bright red. “Please.” He pointed weakly to the door.

I shook my head. “Back up.” I gestured towards the middle of the room. “You leave when I say.”

He stepped backwards, struggling to push his dick back into his shorts.

“Leave that.” I commanded. “Now sit down.” I pointed to the hard backed chair besides the writing desk.

“I’m sorry.” Cliff stammered again.

“SHUT UP!” I said softly. Even as I spoke my mind was racing. I realised that I was not offended; rather I was turned on by the thought of my pathetic step cousin wanking into my panties.

Cliff fell silent. He had a good-sized dick, not the biggest I’d seen but big enough. I was the connoisseur even back then.

“How long have you been doing this, the truth?” I demanded.

“A weeks … please … don’t tell mum, please.”” He whispered, hanging his head in shame.

“What I say to Chrissie depends upon how well behaved you become.” The ideas were still racing about inside my head, they hadn’t jelled into a plan, but I something, and it just needed nurturing. I walked behind him; Cliffs right hand was hanging limply by his side, a pair of my soiled pants still clutched in a ball.

I took his hand and pulled it behind his back and then, using my soiled panties, a nice touched I thought, I tied his wrist to the chair. Cliff said and did nothing.

“Now give me the other hand.” I whispered.

He’d been using this one to hide his cock, but meekly he obeyed and I repeated the process, confident that Cliff wasn’t about to fight and run. Using the panties is just a gesture, he could tear them apart if he wanted to, that he doesn’t already say’s he’s falling under my influence … men want to be dominated.

As an after thought I locked my bedroom door. The family, which was Chrissie, Bob and Bryan, were out for the day, still I wasn’t about to take any chances. “I hate for us to be disturbed.” I laughed softly.

“What are you going to do?” Cliff asked nervously.

“I will do what ever I want.” I looked down at his trainers. “Flick them off.”

“Why?” There was still a hint of rebellion, defiance in his voice, which had to be dashed.

“JUST DO IT!” I ordered softly. The resistance flared again but only briefly. I fixed my eyes onto his face, daring him to do the same to me. Slowly his head bowed and then he did as he was told and then I threw them through the open window.

Now I began to unfasten his jeans. He made to speak but I shook my head and he fell silent again. “Lift your butt!” I ordered and after a moment he did so. I tugged his jeans and shorts down to his knees.

“What are you doing?” Cliff eventually found the courage to ask.

“Like I said, what ever I want.” I repeated. I found a pair of scissors and laughed at the look on his face. “Not your dick, the sweat shirt.” I cut the shirt from his sweating and shaking body, and then used the remnants to tie his ankles to the chair legs. I left on his socks, another touch.

He was stark naked and helpless, shaking with fear or embarrassment or maybe both.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

“Yes.” Cliff’s head was on his chest.

“Look at me when I ask you a question.”

“Are you a virgin?” I repeated the question into his tear stained face. I hadn’t seen when he had started crying. “And stop snivelling!”

“Yes!” He whimpered.

“So you jerk off a lot?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“Ever dream of fucking me?”

“Yes!” Cliff’s head almost dropped.

I was really beginning to enjoy this, so much so that I was getting wet, really wet. There was a power here that I had never suspected existed.

“Am I good?”

“Please!”

“Stop pissing about and tell me.” I snapped. I had been sitting on the bed but now I stood up. Cliff literally cringed and shrank before my advance.

“You are beautiful and wonderful.” Cliff whispered.

It was an instinct but at that moment I knew that I had Cliff, one hundred percent. He was mine. I stepped out of my skirt and then pulled my top up over my head. I was only wearing a pair of well-scented panties and before Cliff’s incredulous gaze I stepped out of them.

I settled onto his lap, our skin hot and sweaty in the mid summer heat. “These are fresh.” I lifted my knickers beneath his nose. “Nice and used, good and moist, go on, take a big sniff.”

There was a desperate, pleading look in his red-rimmed eyes, but there was to be no escape. He sniffed my panties whilst I held them beneath his nose.

“How was that?” I taunted. “Do they smell good?”

“Yes.” Cliff whined.

“Here, so you can really appreciate them.” I rolled them over his head, making sure that the stained, moist and smelly crotch was directly against his nose. “Now, from now on there’s to be no breathing through your mouth.”

I could see his eyes through my panty legs. It was a delicious moment, one of real power as I realised that I could do anything to Cliff and he would do nothing to stop me.

I touched his cock, he jumped, the eyes widened, for a moment I thought that he would come and that would have really pissed me off.

“What’s wrong, this is what you wanked over, isn’t it? Just for me to touch your dick, now don’t you even think of coming?” I rubbed my fingers up and down his stalk; he was hot and hard, just how I like a cock to feel.

I was no virgin, my cherry was lost soon after my fifteenth birthday and since then I had enjoyed the feeling of a nice hard cock buried inside my pussy. Cliff didn’t count. I didn’t fancy him but I could use him.

“Don’t go away.” I slid from his knee and retrace my steps. A girl should always be prepared and I am for tucked away in my overnight bag is a packet of rubbers. “This is for you.” I smile as I roll the freed rubber onto his cock. “Now, some orders. You don’t move a muscle and you certainly don’t come. Understand me knickers sniffer, you do nothing other than sniff these.” I smeared the damp crotch of my panties across his face as I steered that nice hard dick inside me.

I had my arms about his neck as I moved smoothly up and down his pole. There was no chance that I would reach an orgasm but it would be nice. It had been weeks since I’d felt this and Cliff could at least be a substitute for the real thing.

“This is what a real woman feels like.” I taunt him. “Not your hand, or her knickers, this is the real thing.” I am bouncing down on him. Cliff is grunting and his eyes are glassy. I know what this means. A little more and he’ll come and I am determined that he shall not.

So once more I slide away, feeling his cock withdraw from inside me. It’s always strange when a man’s dick slips out of you; normally they are soft but Cliff’s still hard and my cunt releases it only reluctantly.

I stand up and tug my knickers off his face. I have one last idea and step back into them, if anything I am wetter than ever. I untie Cliff and whilst he sits in dumb obedience I guide him by the dick towards my bed.

“Lie down.” I order and then positioned my ass in his face. I fart, a long, juicy and smelly special. “Sniff that!” I order as I clamp my ass to his face. I hold him there until the smell of the fart has left the room.

Cliff lies there still and obedient as I change. I toss my used and smelly knickers in his direction, without instruction Cliff holds them to his face and draws in a deep breath.

“Do you have money?” I ask.

“A few dollars.” Cliff answers, his voice muffled by my panties.

“In the bank?” It doesn’t compute that Cliff only has a few dollars. “Just how few are a few?”

“A couple of hundred.” Cliff corrects himself.

“How much?” I demand.

“Nearly six hundred.” He admits.

“Tomorrow, you go and withdrawal it all.” Just to reinforce the fact I sit on his face until another fart is brewed. The next day he brought me a brown envelope filled with dollars. I am resting on my bed when he appears.

“YES?”

“The money.” He whispers.

“Come in.” I instruct him. I take the envelope from him. “Where are my panties?” I ask.

“In my room.”

“Go and get them.”

He does so.

“Now, in two piles, those you have wanked into and the rest.” I point to a spot on the floor. “Get on with it.”

Mutely Cliff complies with my instructions. The pile of wanked on panties is three times the size of the others.

“Put the unused ones in the dirty linen basket, the rest you can keep.” I have sat up, legs over the side of the bed, whilst I count the cash. There is almost three hundred dollars. “This all you have?” I ask and by the look on his face I know there is more. “Get me your bank book.”

He had been an industrious boy. There was almost two thousand dollars still in the account. “Come here.” I patted my knees and then spread them wide. “On your knees.” I added as an after thought.

Cliff crawled on his hands and knees until I could pat him on the head, then I grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his face into my crotch. “Big sniff, you useless turd. I said all of the money, not a deposit.”

I would have been content with a few hundred dollars but now that I know the extent of his dishonesty I’m determined to take the lot. I leave him sniffing my crotch, knowing that each breath is drawing him deeper and deeper into my control.

Finally I cast him away. “Now, if you ever want to sniff my panties again, go and get the rest of the money.”

He is back within the hour and I allow him time between my legs. He is grateful, so pathetically grateful, that I know I can control him absolutely.

So Cliff became my great experiment. I tried most things on him, physical and mental abuse. I needed to know just how far my control extended. Sniffing my panties was only the start; I farted on him at will, though I couldn’t bring myself to show him my toilet.

Still there were enough punishments and mind games until he danced at my command. I left him at the end of the summer. I wasn’t concerned about how he recovered from my mind games, if he recovered. I was wealthier than I had ever been and looking for my next conquest.

He wasn’t long in coming along. I had poor grades and there was a particular teacher responsible.