6 comments/ 243455 views/ 33 favorites Samantha's Panty Boy Ch. 01 By: PinkPantysBoy Special thanks to Angel Love for editing. * Waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs I looked at the clock flashing 7:30AM and for a second thought I was going to be late for work. Remembering it was Saturday morning I got up, put on my robe and walked to the kitchen. My beautiful wife Samantha was already awake, had taken a shower, and was dressed to kill. She was standing at the stove with her pink lacy apron on cooking the bacon and eggs that had woke me up. She greeted me saying, "Good morning Jack," as my eyes adjusted to the light of the room. I sleepily gazed into her deep blue eyes; the same eyes that first caught my attention when she introduced herself to me at a business conference we were both attending five years ago. I responded, "Morning beautiful." I am an average looking guy standing at least two inches shorter than her 5'10" height. In her heels she towered over me. I took a chance and asked her to dinner that night and was surprised that first of all this beautiful lady would even give me the time of day and second that she said yes. We really enjoyed each other's company and the rest is history. Standing in the kitchen my eyes were immediately drawn to Samantha's incredibly beautiful and sexy body accentuated by her outfit. She exercised and worked hard to keep her body in shape. I noticed she was wearing one of my favorite outfits consisting of a sheer white top and a curve hugging short black skirt. Her makeup and hair were already done, which surprised me on a Saturday morning. I then remembered she had an important meeting at her office to finalize a client proposal that had to be at the client by 8AM Monday. I followed her nylon covered curvaceous legs upwards until they disappeared under her skirt. I could almost see the tops of her nylons that were held up by the straps of her garter belt. She preferred panty hose but after my continued pushing for her to wear a garter belt, because it really turned me on, she conceded. Also, upon my insistence she stopped wearing plain old white cotton panties and now wore a variety of styles and colors, most being satin or nylon. I wondered if she was also wearing my favorite color of panty today, pink. I had to ask and she slowly raised her skirt, while still facing the stove, over her perfect ass stopping just short of her panty line. She continued to slide the black material against her smooth skin up to her waist. "Is this what you were hoping for?" she asked. She was wearing a pink French cut satin bikini and a black garter belt that looked beautiful. All I could do was nod. She laughed and dropped her skirt. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She looked so sexy in a pony tail. I sat at the kitchen table which Samantha had already prepared for breakfast. I noticed it was only set for one and asked her why. She told me she had to leave for the office but wanted to make sure that I had a good breakfast prepared before she left. I told her shortly after we were married that being the head of the household I expected a hot breakfast every morning. She accepted my being the boss and never pushed back on any of my requests or I should say demands. I decided that the domestic chores were woman's work and her responsibility. I occasionally would help out but did not want it to be a habit. As she left for work she asked me to please help her out by washing the dirty clothes and putting them away while she was gone. She would not have time after getting home late and jokingly said he would have to wear a pair of her panties tomorrow morning if the laundry was not done because all my tidy whites are dirty. She apologized for having to ask but she was putting in way to many hours at work, keeping up with the domestic chores and had a full day at the office ahead of her. Jack reluctantly said yes. She thanked him and said she would be home at 6PM and asked what he would like for supper. "Something easy", he responded, "I don't want you to have to spend a lot of time making it when you get home, I will be hungry". She had hoped he would offer to make something or suggest they go out but as usual he thought cooking was woman's work and would never think about taking her out to lessen her load. Samantha kissed him gently on the lips and left for work. Once gone, he went where he always went when he had time alone, their bedroom and their laundry basket. He felt himself becoming erect as he reached in and felt the soft satiny material of his wife's soiled panties. Pulling them out he placed them on their bed and then moved to his special hiding place on the top shelf of their walk in closet. In the small box in the back he found what he was looking for, a pair of pink panty briefs with lace around the waist and leg openings. Jack took off his robe and pajama bottoms. His cock was now hard and pulsing with expectation of what was about to take place as it had many times before. He slowly stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs and over his engorged cock. His cock was now encased in pink satin and pushing hard against the material. Lying on the bed he stacked the soiled cotton crotches of Samantha's panties one on top of the other. Pulling the panties over his head he placed the crotch material over his nose and face while pushing the cotton liners into his mouth. Breathing deeply he inhaled the sweet fragrance of his wife's pussy juices lingering in the material. Sucking he enjoyed the remnants of her pussy secretions. His wife was unaware of how intense his panty fetish really was. She knew he liked to see her in lingerie and he would buy it for her but she never would have guessed that he secretly has been wearing pink panties and enjoying the womanly scent produced by her pussy. He told her he didn't want to lick her down there because it was dirty but had no problem with her mouth on his cock. She did not know that her husband was wearing and sniffing panties long before they met and married over five years ago. It started when he was a freshman in college. Tricia was a junior and the girl everyone wanted to be with. With the body and looks a guy drools over she had her pick of the litter. With the high heels she typically wore she stood taller than he. Tricia had no problem wearing the shortest dresses and skirts she could get away with which had students and teachers alike trying to catch a glimpse of her panties as she bent over or uncrossed her long nylon encased legs just long enough to allow a peak. She liked the senior jocks but occasionally would go slumming and pick out a helpless freshman to dominate. She was a bitch and she knew it. If they wanted to be with her it was her way or the highway. He was surprised and nervous when she asked him out but said he would love to. "I will pick you up at 6PM sharp and we will go to a great place I know of downtown to eat," she told him. He seemed to have no say in the matter but she was drop dead beautiful and he did not want her to change her mind. At exactly 6PM she pulled up to his apartment where he was anxiously waiting. Getting out she walked over to the passenger side of the car, kissed him on the cheek and opened the door for him. He felt weird getting in and her closing the door behind him. She got back into the driver's seat with her skirt pulled up to the tops of her nylons. He could see little snaps attached to the tops of the nylons and although he had only seen them in magazines and on the internet he knew it was a garter belt. She saw him looking at her and smiled as he quickly looked straight ahead. He continued to steal glances, just as she had planned, as they drove to the restaurant. When they arrived the hostess seated them and asked if they wanted menus. Jack started to answer when Tricia cut in and told the hostess only one menu was necessary because she would be ordering for both of them. The hostess looked at Jack who was feeling quite embarrassed and handed Tricia the menu saying please take your time and the waiter will be right with you. While waiting for the waiter she looked at him and asked if he would do something to please her and it would really turn her on. He said anything she wanted he would gladly do. "That's a good boy," she told him. She excused herself and went to the ladies room. When she returned she handed him her still warm panties across the table. He knew the tables around him could see what she was doing. Looking at him she said, "I want you to go into the bathroom, remove your underwear, throw them away and put mine on, now". People were laughing after hearing what she had said to him. He thought to himself OK she is nuts, I should get up and leave now but she is beautiful and I really want to be with her. He took the panties from her and excused himself. Undressing in the bathroom stall he stepped out of his tidy whiteys and into the panties. He slowly pulled them up his legs and over his penis. The panty material felt great against his skin but he was not going to tell her that. They were pink briefs and had white lace around the waist and leg bands and fit tight against his body. He could feel a damp area where they had pressed against her pussy and now his cock. He dumped his underwear in the trash and returned to their table. When he returned she asked if he did as he was instructed. He said, "Yes I did." "Prove it", she replied. "Pull them up to your waist so I can see them". He did what she ordered and the white lace now resting on his waist came into view. Laughing she told him he was a good boy for following her orders. The rest of the supper went without any more embarrassing moments. She paid the check and they left. She told him they were going to her apartment for a few drinks. If he did not want to go she would pull over, retrieve her panties, drop him off and never think about dating him again. His cock felt so good and was rock hard as it was rubbed against the silky pink panty material. He imagined what the rest of the evening could bring so of course he answered he would love to go to her place. She smiled at him and put her hand on his thigh. Her hand wandered to his crotch. She laughed at him and said, "I think you must really like my panties by the way your cock is pressing against them." "Look at your pretty little cock standing at attention, it looks more like a little boy's cock than a man's," she laughed while rubbing her hand against the silky material covering it. Once at her apartment she immediately took him to her bedroom. She removed her blouse and skirt but left her matching pink bra and garter on, along with her black nylons and black high heels. She almost tore his clothes off leaving him standing only in her pink panties. Taking hold of his erect cock through her panties she forcefully guided him to the bed and onto his back. She told him to put his hands under his ass and leave them there. She would be in control and if he did not like it he could leave now with just her panties on. Again his cock brain did the talking and he submitted to her. She loved dominating boys this way after realizing how much power her pussy had over them while in high school. She found out early that she could control them quite easily. Control their cocks and you control them. She mounted his panty covered cock and started sliding her wet pussy back and forth over the slippery panty material. Grabbing his nipples with her long pink painted nails she twisted them as he cried in pain. "Stop crying you sissy panty boy," she yelled. She loved making her boys feel the pain she inflicted and they gladly accepted with hopes of entering her very inviting pussy. The sensation was more then he could handle as he shot his full load of cum onto and through the pink panties seconds after she started twisting his nipples. She couldn't believe he had cum already without waiting for her ok to do so. "Since your little sissy cock couldn't get me off your tongue will have to do it!" she yelled at him. She quickly turned with her back facing him and pushed her wet pussy and ass down onto his face. He had never had nor wanted to have his face even close to what he considered an unsanitary place, a woman's pussy, let alone the rosebud of her asshole pressing against his nose. He freaked out and started to push her off. She quickly grabbed his balls through the pink panties and squeezed. He felt the immediate pain, stopped pushing her and focused on her hand and the pain it was causing on his jewels. She calmly told him to be a good boy and put his hands back under his ass as instructed previously and leave them there, or else. She continued to squeeze and he quickly did as he was told. She let go of his balls and sat straight up pressing her wet crotch harder onto his face and pressed his nose tight against her asshole. He could taste and smell her special nectar and it intoxicated his senses more than he ever could have imagined. She pushed down harder screaming, "Lick me, suck my clit you pussy slut!!" Slowly she started rocking back and forth pushing his tongue and nose deeper into her two holes. She kept this up for what seemed like an hour letting up just long enough for him to catch an occasional breath of air. Her pace picked up and digging her nails into his nipples she told him to push his tongue and nose harder and deeper. He could feel her legs tighten around his head as she yelled, "I am going to cum on your sissy face you bitch, lick me, suck me!" She pushed hard one more time and then it seemed as if a dam had broken as her warm juices flowed from between her legs and onto his face. Her orgasm subsided and she continued to keep her pussy tight against his face and his nose buried in the crack of her ass leaving just enough space for him to breathe. Coming back to her senses she instructed her sissy bitch to suck and lick her crotch and ass clean, and do a good job. To make sure she had his attention she once again attacked his nipples with her long fingernails and dug in. He quickly started to suck and lick the juices from her very wet pussy. Once she was satisfied that the front had been appropriately cleaned she positioned herself so he could do the same to her asshole. She made him ask her for permission to do so. Once again grabbing his balls to make sure he complied he quickly asked if he could please worship her asshole. She laughed at him saying to first kiss her rosebud to show respect and then he may proceed. He did as instructed first kissing and then licking her asshole then her perfectly formed ass as she desired. He didn't know why but his cock was once again rock hard as he finished his task and got her approval. Seeing his cock once again pushing against the pink panties she laughed and said, "I think you like being my panty slave and licking my ass you little bitch." She finally lifted her cleaned pussy and ass off his face. She slid her panties down his legs, and put them over his head letting the wet crotch press against his nose and pushed the pussy juice and cum drenched material into his mouth to taste. She ordered him to use his hand on his little cock and jack off for her while smelling and tasting her special panty juices. He quickly did as he was told and the fragrance and taste quickly pushed him over the edge and within seconds exploded his wad; shooting cum onto his stomach and chest. "Good thing you have a mouth and tongue cause your cock is worthless," she laughed. "You should be wearing panties all the time you little sissy boy," she added. She told him to get dressed, find his own way home, and don't ever expect to go out with her again. She needed someone with a real cock. "Since you love wearing my panties so much they are yours to wear, smell and lick whenever you desire," once again laughing at him. As he was leaving she taunted him by saying, "If I need an ass licking I may demand your services in the future but don't count on it." Walking home he swore he would never let a woman control him like that again and never give them the pleasure of orally satisfying them. From that day forward he found himself obsessed with wearing her pink panties when masturbating and an overwhelming need to smell and taste the fragrantly soiled crotch of a woman's panties. As he had done many times before he again found himself laying on his and Samantha's bed with his face covered with his wife's soiled panties. He loved the smell and taste of his wife Samantha's panty crotches which filled his senses as they pressed against his face. He remembered the first time Tricia placed her panties over his face and started him down the road to his panty fetish. Jack knew he should tell Samantha about his love of panties and the circumstances of how it all started but was afraid of how she would react. He liked his control over his wife and did not want her to know about his secret sexual needs. He figured it would make him look like less of a man in her eyes. He slid the pink panty material down releasing his hard cock so his hand could work its magic as it had done the first time with Tricia. Within seconds he shot his load onto his stomach and chest. He lay there for a few minutes before getting up and returning his pink panties to their hiding place. Throwing his wife's panties back into the laundry basket and putting his jeans back on he went into his typical Saturday couch potato mode thinking he had plenty of time to do the laundry if he would even get around to doing the laundry. After all it is woman's work. He fell to sleep watching college football and woke up about 3PM. He figured he better at least make an attempt to get the laundry done. He went to their bedroom to grab the laundry basket, sort the clothes, and take them to the laundry room. He was surprised how much dirty laundry had collected and how his wife had been neglecting her duties around the house. I shouldn't have to do this its woman's work he thought to himself. Even though he had an orgasm a few hours earlier he was getting turned on by handling the many pairs of his wife's soiled panties as he was sorting the laundry before going to the laundry room. He lifted a well worn pair to his nose and breathed in her scent. He checked the clock and it was only 3:30PM leaving plenty of time to do what he loved before his wife was to return home from work. Going to the closet he once again took his pink panties from their hiding place. Taking off his jeans and underwear he pulled them up his legs to softly encompass his cock and balls. Pulling a pair of Samantha's fragrant panties over his head he laid down in their bed. He pressed her used panty to his face with the cotton panel tight against his nose. He slowly removed his hard cock and balls from their panty covering and started to masturbate. With his eyes covered by panty material and intoxicated by her scent he did not notice his wife standing in the bedroom doorway. She could not believe what she was seeing but now knew why her lingerie drawer always looked out of place and some of her panties seemed stretched out. She quickly went to the guest bedroom where the digital camera was kept. Returning to find her husband in the same position as when she left she could hear him moaning through her panties he had pressed tightly against his face. She knew he would soon shoot his load and started to take pictures of him sliding his hand up and down his hard shaft. She made sure she had shots of the pink panties he wore and black panties pushed against his nose and mouth. She did not recognize the pink panty he was wearing and wondered where they came from. She zoomed in and saw his tongue licking up and down the dirty cotton panel of her soiled panty crotch. This pissed her off as she snapped a close up of his tongue in action. The bastard will lick my panty crotch but not my pussy she thought to herself. His moaning became louder as she quietly went back down the stairs. Samantha's Panty Boy Ch. 01 She wished he would enjoy burying his face in her pussy as much as he seemed to enjoy making love to her soiled panties. Maybe then she wouldn't have to pretend to have orgasms because his little cock never quite got the job done. She thought about how she was going to address the situation and decided this would be a good time to take advantage of his panty fetish and use it to her benefit. She was tired of him not pulling his weight around the house and his macho ways. She was also mad that he had kept his panty fetish a secret from her. She decided to go back to her office since everyone had left for the day and do some research on the internet. She was very naïve about any type of fetish let alone a man with a panty fetish such as her husband's. Using a search string, panty fetish, she found thousands of locations dealing with the subject. Narrowing her search she found a site that fit exactly what she was looking for. She found that most men with this fetish secretly desired to be controlled and dominated by women. She was surprised due to his need to always control her. This site provided a list of next steps that would enable her to take advantage of his need to wear and worship her dirty panties. She copied the digital pictures she had taken to her web mail account for safe keeping. She could feel her pussy tingling as she continued to read and dropped her hand down to her panty covered crotch. Pressing her fingers against her panty she could feel her wetness through the material. She pressed harder as she read stories about female domination and as she brought up a web site devoted to training male maids and looked at the sissies in their pretty uniforms she had the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. She rested for a few moments and with her new knowledge in hand she returned home. She opened the front door and slammed it hard so he would know she was home. He heard her coming up the stairs. "Where are you hiding?" she yelled. He had drifted off to sleep after she left with his pink panty still on and her panty on his face. He heard the door shut and immediately got up. He did not have time to change back into his own underwear so he left the pink panties on, put her panties into the laundry pile and pulled up his jeans just as she was coming through the bedroom door. Samantha's Panty Boy Ch.02 Special thanks to Angel Love for editing. Samantha opened the front door and slammed it hard so Jack would know she was home. He had drifted off to sleep with his pink panty still on and her panty crotch on his face. He heard the door shut and immediately got up. He heard her coming up the stairs and did not have time to change back into his own underwear so he left the pink panties on, put her panties into the laundry pile and pulled up his jeans just as she was coming through the bedroom door. "Where are you hiding?" she yelled coming through their bedroom door. Looking at the piles of clothes yet to be washed she took advantage of the opportunity to let him know she was upset at him for being lazy and not caring enough about her to do this little thing to help out. Seeing the expression on her face he quickly told her, "I'm sorry honey but I got tied up doing other things and just got started with the wash." "Right, watching TV and sleeping," she responded. "I am very unhappy with you right now, if you were a child I would put you over my lap and give you a good spanking," she yelled at him. "Ya, right, that's funny," he replied. "Funny is it, not as funny as you wearing sexy pink panties," she taunted him. He looked at his wife and his face turned beet red. "Yes, I saw you with my soiled panty crotch stuck to your face and jacking off with a pair of pretty pink panties on so don't try to deny it. Are you gay?" she asked. "No I can ..." "Quiet, I don't want any excuses," she yelled and stopped him in mid sentence. "I will ask the questions and you will answer them. I will tell you what to do and you will not disobey me. Otherwise your macho friends will hear all about your pretty pink panties." "You wouldn't...." "Quiet I said, and yes I will, just try me. I took digital pictures of you today having your sissy fun that I can email to your friends and family anytime." Samantha pulled out her vanity chair and sat facing him telling him for being such a bad little boy he needed to be spanked. She took her heaviest wood flat sided hair brush from her vanity table and told him to drop his pants. Jack couldn't take a chance she meant what she said about telling his friends about his panty fetish, and reluctantly, knowing he still had Tricia's pink panties on, dropped his pants to the floor. She laughed when she saw he was still wearing the pink panties. "Very pretty pink panties you have on and I thought you only bought pretty panties for me," Samantha mocked him. "No, my sissy husband bought them for his personal enjoyment. Being a sissy I think you should have a new name more befitting of your new status around here. You don't deserve a real man's name so I will now call you Panty Boy." Face red and head down he pleaded, "Please honey...." "Don't call me honey. You don't deserve to call me honey," she once again stopped him from responding. "From now on until I say different when we are alone you will address me as Mistress or Mistress Samantha." She grabbed his balls and applied pressure, "Understand?" "Yes Mistress Samantha," he replied in pain. She slid her skirt up her legs revealing the tops of her nylons and the garter snaps attached to them. The nylons and garters he made her wear for his enjoyment now would be for hers. His strong fetish for her lingerie will work to her advantage she thought to herself. "Leave your panties on and lay across my lap," she told him. He did as he was told offering no protest. "That's a good Panty Boy," she taunts him. Feeling empowered she could sense her sexual juices running from her hot pussy and being stopped at the thin satin panty material gently touching her crotch. Samantha immediately pressed her fingers through the wet material and against her pulsing vagina. Using two fingers she wrapped the slippery material around her clitoris and rolled it's little but growing head back and forth between the wet satin. Within second's warmth erupted throughout her body and she couldn't believe how energized she was and how wet her panties were. She felt the need to humiliate her sissy husband telling him, "I wouldn't have to do it myself if you were man enough to do it." Jack couldn't believe what she was saying. He thought she always had an orgasm when they had sex. Of course, he always made sure she had one or more. Samantha reading his mind added, "I had to pretend to make sure my big strong husband thought he was king of the bedroom so I faked it." Shamed by what she said Samantha felt his chest fall and body submit to whatever his new Mistress demanded. She whispered in his ear, "If you are a good boy I may allow you to worship the crotch of these very wet and fragrant panties I have worn all day." "Thank you Saman ... Mistress Samantha," he whispered back. Grinning she bit down hard onto his earlobe making him whimper, and responded, "Good boy, I see you are trainable." "You will get 20 strokes and I want you to count and thank me for each one as I administer them. If you miss one, I will add 10 strokes each time, do you understand panty boy?" "Yes Mistress Samantha," he reluctantly replied. "Now beg me nicely to give you your much deserved spanking panty boy," she laughed enjoying his new position. "Mistress, please spank me for being a bad Panty Boy," he quickly responded. "Good boy," she said as she placed the heavy wood brush on his lips and told him to kiss it. Samantha brought her hair brush down hard on his panty-covered ass and he let out a cry of pain. "One," Panty Boy counts, followed by, "Thank you Mistress Samantha." He makes it all the way to 16 when he is too busy thinking about how much his ass hurt and forgot to count when his Mistress landed number 17. "Panty Boy did you forget something?" "Please Mistress, I am sorry, I will not forget again," he replied. "I know you won't after this spanking, now pay attention," she scolded him. "Panty Boy we are adding 10 more; you now have 30 spanks to go. "Mistress, we just did 16," he protested. "I have decided to start at the beginning, are you challenging my decision missy," she responded. "No Mistress I am sorry, please forgive me." She began and Panty Boy made it all the way through 30 that time wishing the whole time he had not gotten himself into this situation. Tears ran down his face and he wiped them with his hand hoping she did not see them. If only he had not been to busy playing with his and his wife's panties and had gotten the clothes laundered and put away as she nicely asked he wouldn't have been caught and in this situation. He noticed that his cock had grown hard during his spanking. The feeling of his panty-covered cock riding on his mistress's silky nylons felt wonderful even though his ass was painfully being spanked hard with her brush. Samantha also noticed his tears and his hard cock. She was pleased with the spanking knowing it was intense enough to make him cry. She wondered why he had gotten an erection during the punishment assuming it would be the last thing that would happen. She told him to make sure he never played with his cock or came without her permission or she would give him a spanking he would never forget. "Now thank me for your spanking Panty Boy," she told him. "Thank you Mistress," he replied. Samantha pushed him off her lap and told him to go to the corner by the windows and face the corner with his hands behind his back so he could not play with his little cock. "Mistress," he asked, "Can I please pull my pants up. Someone might see me through the windows." "No, leave them down and snap it up," she yelled. Panty Boy quickly went to the corner with his pants at his feet. "I want you to think about why you are standing in a corner in pretty pink panties and a very red ass for the next hour. I will be back and I am going to tell you what chores I want done tonight and you better get them done right and on time," do you understand me? "Yes Mistress," he replied. Samantha stood and smoothed out her skirt. She smiled as she saw her husband in the corner of the room with his pants at his feet and red ass visible through the thin pink panty material. She felt physically powerful and very turned on from being in command. As she left to go downstairs, she swatted his ass one last time with her brush. He immediately said, "Thank you Mistress." "Good Panty Boy," she replied and walked away smiling. Samantha sat on the couch and turned on the TV but her attention was on the tingling in her pussy. She couldn't believe how well and easy it turned out to be controlling her husband. Sliding her skirt up her legs to reveal her panties she used her fingers to slide over the silky material covering her very hot and wet pussy. She pushed her fingers hard against her enlarged and very sensitive clitoris the same way she would always relieve herself after unsuccessfully achieving an orgasm during sex with her husband. She thought about how he would fall asleep fully satisfied and she would finish the job he could not complete. Thinking about her new dominant position, her husband in pink panties, his ass red from a well deserved spanking and now standing in a corner, it only took a few seconds for her pussy to explode and her juices to flow once again. Looking at the TV she saw the talk show topic being discussed and displayed on the screen. She laughed as she reads the topic, Macho Men and the Women who put up with it. That's not her anymore see told herself. She smiled and started looking over the information she downloaded from the web to plan what would come next for her Panty Boy husband. She decided to let him stand in the corner for two hours, not one. Returning to the bedroom she saw her husband in the same position as when she left him. "Go to the middle of the room, lie on your back, put your hands under your ass and leave them there," she yelled. Going as fast as a man wearing pink panties with pants around his ankles could, he headed for the center of the room. Lying on the floor he placed his hands under his very warm and tender ass. Memories of another dominant woman in college making him do the same thing flashed into his mind. He could hear her high heels click on the wood floor as she walked and stood over his head, her legs spread wide, one foot on each side and facing his feet. Her skirt was wide open as he followed her perfect legs encased in nylons to her garter straps and finally to her panty crotch. She could see a look on fear on his face. "You like my panties so much I will show you a very wet and used pair close up, only this time it will have a real pussy in them," sissy boy. "You will thank me for your discipline by kissing and licking my pussy and asshole until I am satisfied you are sorry. Understand?" Before he could answer, she sat down hard covering his nose and mouth with her very wet panties. The combined scent of her urine, cum, and pussy sweat was intoxicating to him and he quickly got an erection. He remembered his promise to himself that he would never give a woman the pleasure of oral sex again because of the way he was forced into it by a bitch in college. He was not willing to start now and tried to turn his head away. She grabbed his balls with one hand and said, "Do it or else!" The pain quickly changed his mind and he repositioned his nose and mouth onto her wet crotch. "I see from your cock you like being spanked by your wife and the scent of my dirty panty crotch that I have mixed my cum and pussy juices so nicely for you. I am sure there may be a special treat and smell for you where my asshole and panty have been kissing each other, very soon. You better get used to it bitch because until I feel you are more responsible around here and understand who is in charge I am taking complete control of your life Panty Boy. Lick once if you understand me and twice if you don't," she laughed. She felt him lick once following her command. She pushed her wet pussy panties hard against his face so her clitoris was riding up and down on his nose. He licked and sucked as if his life depended on it. Waves of warm sensations flowed through her body as she orgasms on her Panty Boy's face. She continued to ride his face as another orgasm exploded in her body. She was sure her Panty Boy was now drowning in her sweet juices. She felt like she was in a euphoric state as her pussy was being worshiped. She had never been that turned on before today. Her pussy was dripping with her juices as she rode on his face until she came for a third time. She quickly turned around on his chest and pressed her asshole against his face. Panty Boy tried to move his head out of the way pleading for her to not make him service her asshole. She grabbed his balls again and he stopped fighting as she pushed her panties aside to give him a good view of her now wet with pussy juices rosebud. "Kiss it now bitch," she said. He immediately did as he was ordered and kissed her asshole. "I meant French kiss it," she yelled. He pressed his tongue against her anus and started to push his extended tongue slowly inside. The taste of her pussy juices combined with her anal scent put him into overdrive with his tongue. "Deeper, that's it, deeper, yes, in and out, that feels so good, fuck my asshole with your tongue my little asshole slave." All the while, she was pinching his very erect nipples and pushing down harder and harder on his face. Her legs begin to tighten around his head and he knew she was going to explode with another orgasm. Her excitement, and his humiliation caused his cock to take on a mind of its own and he came without his cock being touched. He started to use his tongue like a little cock pushing it in as deep as it will go and back out to the entrance of her asshole. She loved the feeling of his tongue teasing her hole and rectum as she rocked on his face. "Oh shit, oh shit, you cunt licking asshole eating slut, I am cumming again, tongue me harder, harder," she screamed. Samantha pressed down one last time and her whole body shook as she let her juices flow from her love canal. She stopped but kept his tongue buried deep in her asshole as she slowly came down from her climax. She ground his face one last time to make sure he knew who was now in control. Samantha was so involved with her own pleasure so she hadn't noticed he had ejaculated until now. "This punishment is not for you to get satisfaction from bitch; it is for me. Only my pleasure is important." Samantha wiped up his cum with her fingers and told him to open his mouth. He starts to protest but she already had them inside his mouth and told him to suck her fingers clean. "I will teach you to not cum until you have my permission, if ever."