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WARNING:  "Panties on his Mind (Chapters 1 & 2)" is a 
fictional work containing graphic sexual material, and must 
not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  If you are under 18, 
or if you are offended by such material, you are commanded by 
the Goddess of Reasonableness to stop reading immediately.  
Those who continue reading do so at their own risk, and 
(hopefully) for their own pleasure.  This story was written 
in 1991 by Pinky (before he WAS Pinky), and is copyrighted 
June 1997 by SFM.  All rights are reserved.  The right to reproduce 
this story in print and on electronic archives is hereby granted 
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provided free of charge, (2) no changes are made to any of the text, 
and (3) this disclaimer is prominently displayed in its entirety 
at the beginning.  Any resemblance of the characters and events 
depicted in this story to any real people and events is unintentional, 
coincidental and extremely amusing.  Any comments or questions 
regarding "Panties on his Mind" (FEMDOM, MC/hyp, FETISH/panty) 
should be sent directly to Pinky, at goldcort@ix.netcom.com, 
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Panties on his Mind  (by Pinky)

CHAPTER 1

	I pity all you ladies out there who don't know how easy it can be
to win the total devotion of your men.  I also pity all you men out
there who don't know the deep joy that can be attained by devoting
yourselves to the women in your lives.  But I've learned a thing or two
that I'd like to pass on to you all, just in case it might bring a bit
more happiness and contentment into your ordinary lives.
	My secret developed quite by accident, one day when I found my
boyfriend in the bathroom sneaking sniffs of my dirty underwear.  I
think he must have forgotten to lock the door; either that, or he must
have secretly wanted me to catch him and learn about his private little
game.  To this day, I still don't know which it was.
	Anyhow, I drifted into the bathroom early one morning after one
of our marathon sessions of lovemaking, and there he was lying on his
back holding the crotch of a pair of my soiled panties to his nose,
moaning to himself how he wanted to bury himself in my lovely feminine
scent.  I remained out of sight, and apparently he did not notice my
presence.  I stayed there just long enough to watch him jerk off; he
came violently, even after he'd shot his load several times in bed with
me the previous night!
	I closed the door quietly and drifted back to the bedroom,
thinking about what I had seen.  He must have heard me, I thought, but
he hadn't even looked up, let alone did he interrupt his humble act of
worship to speak to me.  Needless to say, I had a lot to think about
before he got himself cleaned up and came back to bed.  What was so
special about my panties?  Why had he never mentioned his interest in
them before?  And how could he have been so absorbed in their aroma
that he didn't even notice me stumble into the bathroom?
	When he finally came back to bed, I was ready for him.  I didn't
have any answers to my questions, but I did have a plan of action.  I
had taken off the panties I was wearing (the same panties I had worn
while we had been making love that previous night!), and concealed them
in my left hand.
	"How was your trip to the bathroom, my love?" I whispered to him
with a smile as he stretched out beside me on the bed.
	He looked me in the eye and said "You ought to know, honey.  You
were there."
	I put my free hand on his crotch and gently started licking his
ear.  "You must love me a whole big bunch, baby.  You even love my
pretty little panties!"
	He sighed.
	I slid my other hand (holding the panties) around behind him, and
clasped the crotch of my panties against his nose.  "Does that smell
nice to you, my love?"
	He sighed again, even more deeply, and smiled as if he was in
heaven.
	"Mmmm, I'm glad,"  I replied gently.  "You know it's important to
me that you like everything about me.  I know you love my voice, the
way I look, the way I dance and make love, and so many other things
about me.  But now I know you also love the sweet feminine perfume of
my panties."
	He reached up and put his hand over mine, to hold my panty crotch
more firmly against his nose.  At the same time, he thrust his crotch
against my other hand, to intensify the friction down there.  I gently
squeezed his balls, and felt his penis enlarge in my hand as I did so. 
I could tell my plan was already working.
	"I want so much to make you happy, my big, strong man," I
whispered to him lovingly.  "Tell me how much you love my panties, if
their smell really means anything to you."
	As I said that, I quickly pulled the prize away from his nose and
reached for his lips with mine.  I managed to cover his mouth before
any words could escape.  I stuck my tongue inside his mouth and moved
it around, as I intensified my massage of his ever hardening cock.
	As I moved my mouth away, I again asked him to tell me how much
he loved the smell of my panties.  But before he could answer me, I
covered his nose and mouth with the crotch of my panties again.
	He moaned again, and made no effort to escape my delicate trap.
	"Do you love me?"  I asked in a very soft voice, without moving
the panties away.
	He nodded weakly.
	"Do you love my pussy?"  I asked, in an even softer, more
feminine voice.
	He nodded again, and moaned helplessly.
	"Do you love everything about me, including my most intimate
feminine smells?"
	He nodded again, continuing to moan and move his crotch.
	"Do you love me enough that you would pledge your devotion to the
service of my pussy, and all my feminine needs?"  I whispered even more
gently, right into his ear.
	He kept nodding and moaning, and trying to push his face and
crotch up against each of my hands.  I continued this treatment for a
few more minutes, until he was on the verge of coming.  Then, I let up
just a bit.
	"Tell me," I whispered, "just how much you love me."
	I pushed my panties against his nose again, and pulled them away.
	"Tell me just how much you want and need my pussy to sniff and
smell and lick.  Tell me what you'll do for me if I let you satisfy
your need for my most intimate feminine perfume."
	He pulled my panties back to his face, but began to speak softly
while continuing to inhale their fragrance.
	"I have always loved your femininity, the heart of your female
soul.  I long to be consumed by you, to be at your mercy, to be of
service to you, and to help satisfy your most intimate feminine needs.
	"Your panties carry the lovely combination of scents which prove
your true femininity.  Your pussy and your asshole aromas are like
heaven to me.  I will do anything for you, my wonderful female queen,
if only you will let me smell your pussy and asshole from time to
time."
	With that, I put my hand back on his crotch; and having removed
my panties from his face, I promptly seated myself there.  I firmly
positioned his nose between the cheeks of my ass, and his lips next to
the lips of my now dripping pussy.
	After wiggling my hips a bit to make sure I was in proper
position, I leaned back and said "If you really meant what you said,
start licking and kissing, and don't stop until I tell you."
	Well, I the whole day went on like this, and I enjoyed every
minute.  It was quite divine, and I (we) wouldn't have wanted it any
other way.  It was the only possible way to top what we'd done the
night before, and boy did we ever top it!
	I'd used the remote control all day, watching my favorite
sitcoms, soap operas and talk shows, knowing he was helpless to stop
me.  I even called a few of my girlfriends to tell them about my new
position as Panty Queen.  I made sure to call in sick for my boyfriend,
who was too busy to stop for anything.  Too bad his boss didn't know
the real reason my boyfriend couldn't call in for himself:  he had his
tongue buried to the root inside my delicious wet pussy, and he was
completely unable and unwilling to think about anything else!

	Since that special day of awakening, I learned so well how to
make use of his flourishing need for me.  Thanks to my careful
guidance, he fell deeper and deeper under my spell.
	He lost the ability to be dishonest or disobedient to me, as my
power over him became far too strong.  Any time I wanted to get the
truth out of him, or whenever I wanted something from him, I'd just
hold a pair of my dirty panties up to his nose and tell him to breathe
deeply.  (Actually, I hardly had to tell him any more, since by then it
was pretty much an instinctive reaction -- he was so well trained!) 
He'd start taking those long, deep breaths, and after a couple moments
his eyes would begin to close, and he'd hold his hands on top of mine
to press my panty crotch closer to his nose.
	Then I'd run my fingers through his hair, and tell him what a
good little boy he is.  "Yes, you like smelling my panties,"  I'd tell
him softly.  "You can't resist the perfume of my pussy, can you my
darling?"
	He'd nod his head weakly.
	"What do you say to me for letting you smell my fragrant
panties?"
	He'd offer a muffled "thank you" from behind the panties.
	I'd pull them away and say "Again?  I didn't quite hear you."
	Then he'd say "Thank you for letting me smell your lovely
feminine perfume," as he instinctively pulled the panties back to
within reach of his nostrils.
	This is when I had him most under my spell.  And this is when I
made him confess his secrets to me, or agree to do things for me.  He
was most willing to cooperate at these times, perhaps even unaware that
he simply had no will at all to resist me.  I'm sure at these times he
was completely satisfied telling me whatever I want to hear, and had no
desire at all to deceive me or disobey my wishes.
	"It's almost like self-hypnosis," I began thinking to myself,
"where he himself wants to be put into a trance, and I'd merely provide
my soft voice and my fragrant panties for him to focus on so he can
relax."
	As I performed this little ritual more and more, it began to
occur to me that there was more to this than mere eroticism.  When I
started to connect what I was doing to self-hypnosis, I started doing
some serious research.  I began reading books on hypnosis, and I
listened to some of those self-help tapes they have, which are designed
to induce hypnotic trances.  I listened to the wording, the background
music, and the tone of voice.  I tried to see if I could use any of
these techniques more methodically, perhaps to increase my hold on him
even more.  You see, my boyfriend did have a tendency to be
irresponsible about some things, and I figured he could do a lot worse
than to have me take charge.
	My experiment went so well, I decided to keep it up.  As I write
this memoir,  he's so completely addicted to me that I know he'll never
be able to break free.  My spell over him has gotten so strong, that
he's hypnotized to happily obey my soft sweet voice whenever I so much
as sigh.  He's put completely under my spell every time he gets a tiny
whiff of my pussy, and he doesn't have the slightest notion why he just
can't resist me any more.  He doesn't want to!
	I recently put into practice a regular series of treatment
sessions for my boyfriend, which I repeat every Monday morning before
breakfast.  It's had the most wonderful effect on him, and it's brought
us so much closer together!  Here's how it goes...

	As he's waking up in the early morning hours, I remove the
panties I slept in and hold them gently against his nose.  I lean over
and whisper into his ear, telling him just to take a few deep breaths
and relax.  I tell him to smell the lovely fragrance, and to listen to
my soft voice.
	"Relax, my handsome man," I whisper.  "You feel yourself
drifting, slowly drifting away.  Breathe deeply through your nose, and
just relax.  With each breath you take, you sink deeper and drift
farther.  You are relaxing more and more with each breath, becoming
weaker and weaker.  You love my feminine scent, and you will keep on
inhaling it, as you drift pleasantly away.
	"With each breath you take, you become weaker, and relax more. 
Yes, now you are so weak you can hardly think.  Your thoughts are
fuzzy, and all you can focus on are the scent of may panties and the
sound of my voice.  You can hear my voice clearly, but you are too weak
to respond.  Your body is totally weak, and your will is leaving you as
you continue to relax more and more.  Relax more and more.  Totally
weak, totally relaxed.
	"Now you have no will of your own.  You can only hear my voice,
and smell the sweet scent of my pussy on my panties.  My panties
control you, and my voice is the voice of my panties.  You are
completely under the spell of my panties, you cannot resist them.  You
find you no longer want to resist them, you want them to control you. 
It feels pleasant, satisfying.  You like that my panties control you,
and that my voice controls you.  You are happy, relaxed, and under my
complete control.
	"Relax and go deeper.  Relax some more, as you keep breathing
deeply, inhaling the lovely scent you have given yourself over to.
	"Your will is gone completely, and you will obey my voice without
hesitation.  My voice sounds to you like your own inner voice, and you
want to let yourself be guided by that voice.
	"Can you hear me?"  I ask, just to be sure I'm on the right
track.  "Just nod if you can."
	He nods slowly, so that the crotch of my panties remains
positioned right on his nose.
	"Now I want you to listen carefully, my darling little man.  I
want you to follow the instructions I am about to give you.  Do you
understand?"
	Again, he nods.
	"Later on, when you wake up, you will not remember our little
session here this morning.  But what you will remember is that you are
completely addicted to my female smells.  Whenever you smell my
panties, my pussy, my armpits or even my asshole, you will become weak,
too weak to pull yourself away.  As you continue to smell them, you
will become still weaker, until you are so weak you will become my
willing servant.  You will lose interest in your own personal concerns,
whatever they may be, and you will turn your attention immediately to
satisfying my needs and desires.  Is that clear?"
	He nods once more.
	"And you are very happy with this arrangement, aren't you?"
	He nods and smiles, taking another deep breath of my panty scent.
	"Good.  Whenever you smell my panties, my pussy, my armpits or my
asshole, you will find your own will begins to slip away.  It will
continue slipping away, until my voice and my smells fill your senses,
as if they are coming from deep inside you.  You will obey my voice as
if it were the true voice of your own inner self.  My voice will be the
most important thing in the world to you, and obeying the thoughts I
give you will be your strongest desire.  You will want what my voice
tells you to want, do what my voice tells you to do.  You will have no
other needs and desires than those given to you by my voice.  Is that
clear, my precious little boy?"
	He nods again, peacefully.
	"And you want it this way, don't you?  It gives you great
pleasure and satisfaction to be in my service, smelling my scent and
obeying my voice.  You will allow yourself to feel pleasure only when
you have pleased me, but the pleasure you will feel is much greater
than you've ever felt before.  Isn't that right?"
	He nods again and smiles, and a slight sigh makes its way out.
	"Okay, now keep breathing deeply.  I am going to put you through
a little test."
	I reposition myself so that I'm facing his feet, and my crotch
and ass come down squarely on his face.  I wiggle a little bit, until I
am completely comfortable. His mouth and nose are now perfectly placed
inside of my crack, and all he can see, smell and feel are my pussy and
ass.  I wiggle some more, just to be sure the fit is perfect.  With my
hands on his torso, I lean over and kiss his limp dick.
	"Now, I want you to begin French kissing me, and don't stop until
I tell you to stop.  And as you kiss me, I want you to show me how much
you really love me."
	He reaches his hands around my tush, pulls my crotch against his
face, and darts his tongue around inside me.  The passion with which he
kisses and licks me now is far more exciting and energetic than any
oral sex I've ever had before, with him or anyone else.  He reaches his
tongue deeper inside me, scooping out my juices like a starving man,
and brushing my love button each time he moves to swallow.  Each time,
his tongue goes deeper, and each time, I'm feeling more aroused than
before.  I ride him like a bronco!
	I press myself harder onto his lips and nose, trying not to
bruise him but wanting his tongue to keep reaching deeper and deeper. 
Finally I reach my climax, one of the most amazing experiences I've
ever had, sexual or otherwise.  After riding his face through to my
last eruption, I collapse on top of his sweaty body.  I look over to
see a smile on his face, and bend back down to kiss his soft penis.
	"Thank you, my precious little boy," I tell him.  "You have
obeyed well, and you deserve a reward."
	With that, I get up from atop his face, and with my hand softly
holding his penis I give him a passionate kiss on the lips.
	"I am very happy now," I tell him.  "You have pleased me very
much.  Does this make you happy?"  I ask him.
	A smile overtakes his face, and his penis suddenly gets very
hard.  With his eyes still closed, he nods.
	"When I count down from three, you will awaken ready for your
morning routine.  You will not remember our session this morning,
however.  You will only remember your addiction to my lovely feminine
smells, as I told you earlier, and the effect they have on you.
	He looks so innocent and vulnerable at this moment, before I
awaken him.  His broad smile, my juices all over his face, and even a
little bit of brown on his nose (oops!).  It is so hard for me to
release him, but the only reason I do so is because I know how easy it
will be for me to get him the next time.
	"One more thing before I awaken you," I continue.  "You will
spend the day with an inner happiness, knowing how happy I am to have
you loving me.  No problem, no matter how big it seems to be, will
shake your feeling of inner contentment.  You will be productive all
day, and all week, confident in your ability and in the value of your
work.
	"And if anyone asks you why you never lose your cool, just tell
them it is because you are devoted to the most wonderful woman a man
could ever have.  Maybe some day you can bring them home to meet me,
and I'll offer them some of my special words of encouragement.
	"Now I will count down from three, and you will awaken.  Three,
two, one - Awaken."
	And as he opens his eyes, I stretch and yawn and look at him.  I
kiss him on the lips and tell him he must have overslept just a bit,
and that he'd better hurry if he wants to make it to work on time.
	"No problem," he says with a grin, as he bounces eagerly out of
bed and into the shower, ready to face the day.

END of Chapter 1


CHAPTER 2

	I had no difficulty in getting my boyfriend to marry me once I
noticed how well my "treatments" worked on him.  Each time I gave him
one, he became more pliable, more cooperative, and each time my hold
over him seemed to grow more complete.  After a few months, I think he
was totally mine in every way, and had no thoughts of his own that did
not include me.
	I had no desire to mess up his life, however, since my plans
depended on us living and loving happily and successfully together. 
His total devotion to me seemed like a dream come true, and if I used
it right then we could both have what we wanted.  My goal was simply to
make him happy while making myself happy, and to see our financial and
social status continue to improve.  He would get what he wanted, namely
the opportunity to serve and satisfy me, and the deepening knowledge
that his life had real purpose.  I would get the pleasure of knowing
that his purpose in life would be to see to my happiness.

	My next task was to see how much I could use my techniques to
help him in his career.  I'd given him lots of confidence at work, and
lots of motivation to get things done.  But his salary was still
dependent on his boss.  He was a stingy, divorced middle-aged man who
knew talent when he saw it but didn't give raises or promotions unless
his back was up against the wall.
	Well, I had to think up a way to get him, and make him give my
husband the promotion I knew he deserved.  It was too risky to just
have my husband threaten to quit, even though it might have worked.  I
wanted to play it safe and keep my husband within the same company,
since they did after all offer excellent benefits.   Besides, with
almost 16 years at that company, only a few more years would qualify my
husband for early retirement.
	I decided to try to get to know his boss myself, and see if I
could think of a way to get him to give my husband the recognition he
deserved.  I began by going to the company health spa around the same
time in the afternoon that he was known to go.  I'd dress in flirty
exercise outfits, and make sure he could see plenty of my cute legs and
ass.  I'd occasionally try to do my stretches right in front of him,
without being obvious.  A few times I "accidentally" bumped up against
him with my ass, to get his attention.  After several weeks of this
treatment, he eventually began to notice me, and my trap was ready to
be set.   I caught his eyes taking long, leisurely looks at my lower
half, and I gleefully witnessed an increasingly common bulge in his
shorts.
	One day I casually walked up to him and asked him if he was the
division chief, and he said yes, he was.  I introduced myself and told
him who my husband was, and asked him if he'd like to come over for
dinner one evening after work.  We made plans, and everything was
arranged.
	When the day came, my husband was called out of the office
earlier in the afternoon by me, on an "emergency" I had schemed up.  My
husband had to leave, supposedly to go to his parents' place due to his
father falling suddenly ill.  Actually, I just called him home, and had
him go to sleep in the basement while I planned to have my fun with his
boss.
	My prospective dinner guest must have called several times to try
to cancel our dinner, but I had turned off the answering machine and
stopped picking up the phone.  The trap was now set, and he had no
option but to come over as scheduled, to see if dinner was still on.
	At 6:00pm, he came knocking on the door, and I answered it in my
exercise clothes.  I had been working out for the last half hour, so I
expect my body odor was pretty strong.  He looked at me twice and
wasn't sure what to say.  He began to stutter out something about not
being sure dinner was on, and having tried to call he thought he's drop
by to see.
	"I'm sorry I caught you in the middle of your work-out," he said.
	I knew he wasn't sorry, but I told him  "Thank you anyway for
coming by.  I'm sure my husband will be home before too long.  Would
you like to come in and have a drink?"
	He shrugged as he discretely looked me up and down, and said
"Well I really shouldn't, but the truth is I haven't anything planned
for the evening."
	So I got him a drink, and as he sipped it down I finished my
workout.  Like at the spa, I made sure he saw plenty of my ass and
legs, taking every opportunity to wiggle my behind in the direction of
his face.  I noticed the bulge in his pants after a few minutes, cueing
me to begin phase two.
	I turned to him and said  "I'll be done really soon, once I
finish my stretching and cool-down.  Then we can sit down and talk. 
Thanks for being so incredibly patient."  (I figured I could do a
little ass-kissing myself at this point, considering what I had planned
for HIM!)
	As I finished up my stretches, I noticed his eyes virtually glued
to my crotch and ass, although he tried to look away whenever I looked
up and smiled at him.  The rhythmic music, the drink, my sexy movements
and my feminine body odors filling the room all must have combined to
provide an irresistible temptation for this simple man.

	When I finished, I went into the bathroom to change.  I took off
my smelly panties and put them on a clothesline we have hanging above
the toilet.  I then threw on a pair of nude pantyhose, a cute pink
mini-dress, and matching high heel pumps.  I came out and walked across
the room in front of him to get myself a drink, but noticed his was
empty.
	"You look great!" he couldn't stop himself from saying, almost
gasping at my appearance.
	"Thank you, I'm very flattered.  Can I get you a refill?" I asked
in a very sweet voice.
	"Yes, please," he responded, continuing to look me up and down. 
"And while you're doing that, do you mind if I use your bathroom?"
	"Of course not," I said with a smile, knowing what temptation
awaited him.  My plan was working perfectly.
	I got our drinks and paused in though for a moment.  I set them
down next to where he had been sitting, and silently walked over to
listen at the bathroom door.  I heard some heavy breathing, but no
tinkling.  At that precise moment, I suddenly knew for certain that my
plan was going to work -- the fish had taken the bait!
	I went back to the sofa and picked up my drink.  I crossed my
legs very carefully, so my dress would ride up and reveal the full
curvature of my sexy thighs.  He came out of the bathroom after a flush
of the toilet, but I knew that it was just to camouflage what he was
secretly doing in there.
	I held out his drink, and I deliberately recrossed my legs so
they'd catch his attention.  I was sitting across from him, so with a
little luck he might see my crotch the next time I parted my lovely
legs.  The combination of this tease and my circular ankle movements
caused his pants to bulge in short order.  As we talked, whenever I
looked away (and even occasionally when I didn't) his eyes would wander
up over my knees, to my thighs, and back down to my pretty feet.
	I asked him how my husband was doing on the job, and he told me
he was performing very well.
	"That's nice," I said softly.  "You know, he has a very special
motivation to do well." I added mysteriously.
	"And what might that be?" he asked curiously.
	I paused and continued the almost hypnotic rotation of my foot,
as I gulped the rest of my drink and motioned for him to do the same. 
He complied, and I continued.
	"When he does well, I reward him," I said proudly, like a queen
would say about one of her subjects.
	He looked at me, and when our eyes met, I held his eyes in mine
for a moment or two.  He could not look away from me for that instant.
	I whispered, as if for his ears only, "Would you like to know how
I reward him?"
	He gulped, and squeezed out the words "Yes, please."
	"Well, I'll only tell you if you really want to know," I warned. 
And with that, I lifted my legs onto the sofa to sit Indian style,
innocently exposing my pantyhose covered crotch to him.  He snatched a
peek and looked back up at me.
	"Yes," he said.  "I'd really like to know.  I may be able to use
this technique at the office, if it's really that effective."
	"And you won't tell anybody I told you?"
	"No, not if you don't want me to."
	I put my legs back on the floor, slightly spread so he could
still see my crotch, and told him to have a seat on the floor in front
of me so I could show him.
	He was half drunk and dizzy from all the teasing, so he didn't
think twice about it.  He just sat down there looking up at me and said
"Yes?"
	I leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I let him smell my
panties."  And as the words came out I gently put my hand behind his
head and pulled his face into my crotch, challenging what little
resistance he had left.  I felt him try to pull back, but with the
slightest bit of effort I overcame his weak opposition.
	He took a few deep breaths with his nose nuzzled in my crotch. 
And then I whispered for him to kiss me, which he did.  I held his face
against my crotch for about twenty minutes, as I spoke to him in a
soothing tone.
	"Now just relax and breathe deeply through your nose.  You are
drifting away, out into space, as you smell the heavenly scent of my
pussy.  Can you hear me?"
	He nodded.
	"Good.  Now just keep breathing deeply, and relax.  You can only
hear my voice, as you continue to smell my fragrance and drift farther
and farther.  You are relaxing very deeply now, very deeply.  You are
gently drifting into a deep sleep, as you listen to my sweet voice 
guide you on your journey.  You can only hear my voice now.  It is all
you can think about as you continue to breathe deeply and drift away. 
You will listen to my voice and you will obey it, won't you?"
	He nodded weakly, and I kissed him lightly on the forehead.
	Less than one month later, my husband saw a hefty raise on his
next pay check.
	His boss has become trained to my fragrant panties, just as my
husband is.  He now knows the reward for satisfying me, and he cannot
resist my slightest wish.  As with my husband, all I have to do to get
my way is hold my fragrant panty crotch up to his nose and tell him to
breathe deeply.  Whenever he smells them he becomes my helpless and
willing servant.  I even gave him several pair of my worn panties to
keep in his home, so that I can call him and put him under my spell by
phone.  (This comes in very handy!)
	I don't know what else I can accomplish with my special talent,
but I've certainly done well for myself so far.  If any men out there
have already fallen under my spell, or want to, perhaps you should
write me and let me know what you think.  What new conquest should I
take on?  Be careful what you suggest, though  --  me and my fragrant
panties just might conquer the world!

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