"Is that how you always check my panties? You kneel there, moaning and touching yourself, as you sniff as hard as you can with the gusset pressed against your nose? You can see they are dirty, Mollie. I mean... come on now. Do you take me for an idiot?"
She blushed hard, realizing how long I had obviously been watching her and, indeed, the awkward position she was caught in. She knew I saw right through her lie. And, to be honest, it wasn't the first time I had seen her do it. It was actually kind of funny. Mild fascination turned into a cruel game for me as I got bolder just to see how far she would go. Once I realized my dirty laundry was being tampered with, I suspected her instantly. After all, I only live with her and she is always home from work before I am. I stopped putting my panties into the clothes hamper, and would deliberately leave them out on the floor or on my bed, and would check to see if they had been moved when I was out. Usually they were out of place, but still kind of where I left them.
She sat there and began to sob. "Please... I'm sorry. I have a problem, Lisa."
I shook my head. "You don't, Mollie. You don't have a problem. This is just who you are. You just need to admit that to yourself. You are my panty-sniffing submissive. Say it."
"What? No... I'm not that!" she tried to protest. Her mascara running down her cheeks.
"There are you are on your knees, getting aroused as you worshiping my worn panties. Not the first time you've done it either. You've been doing it for ages, but now I want to take things to the next level with you."
Mollie sat there, speechless. I could tell she had no idea what I had planned.
I took off my clothes and before she could move, I was next to her. My hand clutching her blonde hair, pulling her head back. "Suck on my nipple... Now..."
