Yuna’s Panty Smell Testing Live Stream - Laundry Room Domination, Pt. VII (Femdom Caption Story)

Having been thoroughly subdued by Yuna, you were compliant. You didn’t want to take another kick in the balls--or worse. You’d seen some metal bars and canes and pieces of wood in the corners of the room. You’d assumed that they were just random items that had ended up in the sparsely used basement because of maintenance or storage. But you had started to wonder. Those pieces of wood were actually varnished and shaped--like paddles.

“On today’s show, we’re going to test whose panties are smellier,” Yuna said, facing the camera.

“We have six pairs of panties we’ve worn over the past couple weeks: three of mine and three of my girl Hana’s. We begin with the panties I wore every day I went to the gym for the past two weeks.”

Your eyes opened wide in terror. No way! This cannot be happening to me!

Sure, you had sometimes wondered how an athletic girl’s sweaty socks or panties would feel pressed against your face. But that fantasy was always just that--a fantasy. It was something that turned you on imagining it but something that you knew was probably too disgusting for you to really want to actually do. Besides, you never would find a woman willing to let you sniff her panties, anyway. It would forever remain a fantasy. You thought...

But now... Now it wasn’t something you even had to ask for. Yuna was crazy about making you experience her smell. And it wasn’t a pair of panties she had worn for just one day... But for two weeks of intense, temperature-raising, diaphoretic workouts.

As Yuna picked up her own used panties with just the tips of her fingers, she scrunched her eyes and nose. 

“Eew!” she said audibly.

Even Hana behind the camera displayed a look of distaste.

“Sorry, Hana! I didn’t know they would be this rank. But that means our boy is going to love them!”

Yuna brought the panties to your face and slipped them over your head like a mask, putting the part that had been in contact with her musky workout ass right over your nose. As she did, she smiled amusedly and laughed out loud. Hana moved the camera and zoomed in to get a close up of the sad, humiliated expression on your loser face.

“Like it? It’s just the start!”

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

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