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After receiving Mistress’s wonderful gift, the one that that intrigued me more than anything (at least, in my aching, denied state) were the small, delicate scraps of Mistress’s used panties.

I have never  been what I would consider to be a "panty boy".  Sniffing a women’s panties seemed degrading to both parties and something that was in the realm of peeping toms or other voyeuristic pleasure seekers.  I could never understand the appeal.

All that changed last night.

I asked Mistress as soon as I saw the "little taste" she had sent to me if I could use one during my daily denial devotion that evening and she agreed.

That night, I stripped and got my lube and MP3 player ready for the night’s "edge play", pushing myself as far but not further as a sign of my devotion Mistress.  I normally kneel at the side of the bed as if in prayer, mainly because I can bury my face into the mattress to quiet my frustrated groans as I stroke myself further into aching denial.

Before I started, I carefully unwrapped one of the treasures, a small piece of maroon fabric that had once lain across Mistress’s most private of spots.  I placed it into the mattress in front of me and proceeded to begin stroking my cock.  I then did the one thing I never expected of myself - I lowered my face to the mattress, burying my nose into the soft cottony scrap.

I’ve been stewing about this for almost 24 hours now, but the experience is still very hard to describe.  First, the smell was very delicate and faint, but still very distinct, the mixture of Mistress’s perfume and her own musky remnants becoming very powerful.  Between my mind filled with our talk earlier in the day, my buzz over Mistress’s gifts, her voice (recorded) in my ear, and my sense of smell permeated with her, I felt an almost physical connection to Mistress.  I could almost fully picture myself in her service, her panty-covered sacred temple pressed against my face as my oral service was demanded (through the panties, of course, as I was not nearly worthy enough for anything more), her hand expertly teasing me with no release in sight, her voice in my ear proclaiming her ownership and my completely inability to resist her.

When I let go of my cock, I actually shuddered for a few minutes, aching in frustration and at the overpowering feeling of being in Mistress’s presence, even in that limited virtual state.

First, I’m starting to find myself lusting after feet and legs for the first time in my life, but now Mistress has turned me into a complete panty slut with almost no effort at all.  I’m loving the feelings and the overall perverted decadence of it all, but I am also still shocked that I’m so malleable to Mistress’s each and every tiny whim.