“Did you enjoy them?” she asked.

“They were delicious,” I answered.

She giggled.

“Did you eat them?”

“No,” I snorted.  “I mean they hit the spot.”

“I was thinking of you when I wore them,” she said, “I played with myself. Could you smell the passion?”

“Yes,” I responded rather shyly.

Elise was the first girl I had ever met who spontaneously sent me a pair of her worn panties. I had never known such a phenomenon before. We had been talking on the phone for several weeks and exchanged photos. She said that she liked me and wanted to meet up, only it wasn’t possible due to the ongoing health crisis. Instead, we had to make up living scenarios to keep things going.

She was very adventurous, telling me how she would physically exhaust me, rubbing her pussy over my lips, cumming on my face and peeing in my mouth.  She knew that I wanted to be her sex slave. Sending me her soiled panties was just a start.

“Have you been a good boy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

There was silence at the end of the line. I didn’t know if she was still there.

“Hello?” I asked, “Are you still there?”

“Yes, still I’m here,” she responded, “Tell me what you liked about smelling my panties. Were they exciting to you? Did they make you hard?”

“I’m getting hard right now,” I answered, “Just hearing your voice makes me hard.”

“Because you’ve been rubbing your nose is my panty gusset, or because you like me?”

“Both, I guess,” I said.

“You know, Adrian, I need more than that,” she continued, “I want you to promise me that you’ll pleasure me on my terms. I don’t just want another guy who fucks me.  I want a guy who is ready to commit; a guy who understands pussy power. Do you know what I mean?”

I shouldn’t have done, but I picked up her panties and inhaled the smell of her sex deeply through my nose. The aroma of her pussy and the images of her in my head were intoxicating. I would have given her my life at that moment.

“I will do my best to please you,” I gulped.

“What will you do tonight?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I responded.

“You know what I mean,” she said, rather coldly, “With my panties. Are you going to sniff them, wrap them around your penis, or maybe wear them? Guys do all kinds of weird stuff. I wore them, especially for you.”

“I will sniff them and think of you,” I responded meekly.

“Good guy,” she answered, "Don't forget who they belong to."

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A few weeks later, she was riding my face. I swear I have never met a woman with such a sex drive. She used me and abused me, and I loved it. She would show up at unexpected times and demand that I fuck her, on her terms.

At times she would ask me to lick her asshole and fuck her from behind. At other times, she would insist that I take a strapon in the ass while she shouted abuse at me. She was both the alpha female and the alpha male in our relationship. Sometimes she would piss through her panties while sitting on my face, and insist that I drink it because that was what I had to do to please her.  I never complained.

My adventure with Elise had only just started.