Kissing Hana’s Winning Feet - Laundry Room Domination, Pt IX (Femdom Caption Story)

“So how did my panties smell, bitch?” Yuna asked you.

“They were terrible,” you said in a sad whisper.

Yuna sneered at you and lifted her leg back, ready to kick you in the balls again.

“Are you sure?” she tittered in a sing-songy maniac psychotic bimbo voice. “I can tell you liked them more than you’re letting on. Everyone can tell from that outline in your pants. You sure you want me to kick ya when ya hard?”

Yuna could do a perfect Harley Quinn even down to the Brooklyn accent. No wonder she was so popular online. She could easily switch between Korean aegyo cuteness and authoritative American accents. She had the air of an elite child of a rich family who must have attended the best private English language kindergartens and never heard “no” growing up.

There was no doubt that you’d do anything for her.

“Now, let me ask you again. Be honest this time. I want this to be a fair competition between myself and Hana.”

Yes, yes... You did kind of like smelling the raw musk that had saturated Yuna’s panties after two weeks of her jogging workouts. It certainly turned you on. Yuna talking to you like that turned you on, too.

“You’re right, oh-so-superior Goddess Yuna,” you said. Your voice was halfway between sarcasm and pure joy. 

“He’s breaking!” Yuna said, pointing and laughing. “Doesn’t that feel better, dog?” she said, petting your head.

Your sneer morphed into a smile. You had to admit it felt good to be so close to Yuna’s body, to feel Yuna rubbing your hair. You felt like she was your honored owner and you were her good boy. 

“Your panties were nice and moist,” you said, your happiness evident.

“What do you give them--out of ten?”

“Seven.”

“So, now Hana’s dirty workout panties must beat seven.”

She picked up the panties off the top of the washing machine and moved them towards you. Her face looked even more disgusted than they had been when she lifted her panties.

“Gross, I’m handling these rank panties that aren’t even mine!”

She stuck them over your nose and mouth just like she had with her own panties.

You had just started to enjoy this torture-by-smelly-panties, just gotten used to the smell of Yuna’s bum and pussy sweat. But then came Hana’s panties, and they were even more vile than Yuna’s. All the odor, all the sweat from her nether region, all the secretions, all the stink of two weeks of workouts in one fabric right in front of your nose. You liked it, but could you keep dealing with it through all the half-dozen pairs of panties?

You started to hack. 

“Oh, it looks like he loves it!” Yuna said in a sparkly bubbly tone voice, the same way a girl would speak of unicorns and rainbows. “I don’t know how anyone could like that smell, but I guess our boy here has a thing for it!”

Yuna let you ‘enjoy’ the smell for five more minutes, then she removed the panties and asked you to grade it.

“Fucking gross,” you said. Yuna smiled at you in the most condescending way.

“Oh, so you’re going to give Hana a good grade? She does more strength training. I mostly run.”

“No, I’m... I mean, yeah, I guess I have to admit... I liked Hana’s more. Ten-out-of-ten.”

“Hana wins round one!” Yuna announced excitedly.

“Hana, keep the camera running and come out in front of the boy.”

Hana walked to you and slipped out of her shoes. Her feet were right there in front of you.

“Now, bitch, bend down and give the winner a kiss on both of her feet.”

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This is Part V of Laundry Room Domination, a Femdom Caption Story

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