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Subject: {ASSM} NEW - The Smell of Sex Ch.8 by Couture (FF,panty, humil)
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The Smell of Sex Ch.8
by Couture
Couture@literotica.org

(FF, panty, humil, Fd)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by 
sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2001 by Couture

Part VIII

A distraught Laura staggered back to her dorm room.  She 
opened the door to the room in her disheveled state to find 
Monique reading at her desk.  She ran to her roommate as 
tears began to fall from her eyes and collapsed at her feet.  
Putting her arms around the dark skinned girl, she began to 
bawl.

"Damn girl, what's wrong?" Monique asked the weeping girl.

"Oh Monique, today was horrible, just horrible.  What you 
did to me this morning worked for a while, but later on, my-
my . . ." Laura sobbed as she struggled to find the right 
word, "pussy got all wet and gushy and made me do the most 
horrible things."

Monique put her book down, and tried to sooth the hysterical 
girl, "It will be alright Laura, see I've been reading today 
to see if I can discover a cure for you."  Monique pointed 
to the thick psychology book she just put down.  

"You see, according to what I read, as long as you didn't 
cum today you should be fine.  See, if you cum, it will act 
as positive reinforcement for your perviness.  I think you 
kind of like one of Pavlov's dogs.  Cept' instead of your 
mouth waterin', your pussy leaks!"  Monique pretended to 
reassure her fearful roommate, even though she already knew 
the little snob had cum. The blonde bimbo smelled like a 
walking pussy factory.  "You didn't cum today, did ja 
pervie?"

Laura's body shook even harder at this horrible news!  Not 
only had she cum, but she cum like crazy and it seemed like 
every cum was longer and more powerful than the last.  
"Yes," she sobbed, "I couldn't stop myself."

Monique extricated herself from Laura's arms then looked 
into the girl's red teary eyes.  "In that case, I'm afraid 
we are just going to have to step up your negative 
reinforcement."

Laura hated this reinforcement business, but she hated 
acting this way even more.  "Anything," she whispered, 
"please, just let me get control over my body again."

"I already noticed that some of the things we were doing 
didn't seem to be working like I had planned.  So, I called 
a friend of mine who is a lesbian.  Well, she isn't *just* a 
lesbian.  You could say she is a lesbian expert, because she 
actually has women that she keeps as slaves," Monique said.

For some reason that Laura couldn't quite explain, when she 
heard the word slave, her cunt gave a sympathetic throb of 
pleasure.

"So I told her about your problem and she laughed and said 
she thought that you were a sub.  Then, when I showed her 
the tape of you sniffing my panties, we both agreed you had 
to be one sick subby slut to do that." Monique pretended to 
be serious, but just barely managed to stifle a laugh.

Laura looked up at her questioningly.  'Who is this *sub* 
person?' she wondered.

"You don't know nothin' about sex do ya girl?" Monique 
laughed at Laura, causing the girl to blush at her own 
inexperience.  "Sub is short for submissive.  A *sub* gets 
off on being tole' what to do and being punished, dummy."

Laura felt like she couldn't breathe and turned a brilliant 
shade of crimson.  She thought back and realized that when 
Beth, Dr. Adams, or Monique bossed her around or even 
spanked her, she had gotten turned on!  'Oh please don't let 
me be a sub!' she thought, horrified that it may already be 
too late for her.  No, she couldn't admit this revelation to 
Monique. Not to Monique, who she had always felt superior to 
in the past.

"So my friend Latanya says I need to treat you like a slave 
and see if you get off on it," Monique said, looking to see 
the resistance forming on Laura's face.  "I know what you 
thinkin' girl.  I said the same thing to Latanya.  I'm not 
keepin' no fuckin' slave.  Shit, that's sick, 'sides they 
got laws against slavery!" the dark girl said, thickly 
pouring on the ebonics to reassure Laura that she was just a 
dumb girl from the hood, trying to help in her own way.

"Well, she says if you a sub, you gonna be someone's girl 
anyway.  It would be better for ya ta find out with someone 
ya trust.  She said it wouldn't take long to find out if you 
one of these *sub* people anyway.  So, are you ready to get 
started pervie?" asked Monique.

Laura lowered her gaze and blushed, "Yes," she replied 
meekly.

"Yes, Miss Monique!" the dark girl corrected. 

"Yes . . . Miss Monique," Laura replied, in a voice that 
shook with her helplessness. 

"Good, then strip those clothes off, like we agreed 
earlier." Monique ordered.  In a way, Laura was glad to the 
be free of her ruined smelly clothes, but she also knew this 
would expose the effects of today's activities to her 
roommate.  She tried to hide them, but between the phone 
number on her breast, the puffy red swollen sex, and the 
pink ruler marks on her ass, there just weren't enough hands 
to go around.  

"Goddamn girl, maybe you're a sub after all," the dark girl 
said, as she looked at the handiwork of Dr. Adams. Monique, 
ran her hand over Laura's pink bottom to see if it still 
felt hot.  "Did you enjoy it, slut?" she whispered in 
Laura's ear.  

A helpless whine escaped deep from within Laura's throat.  
"No," she lied, while she arched her ass back to meet 
Monique's retreating hand.

"Let me give you your chores to do, while I'm gone tonight 
pervie.  Oh, don't look so sad pervie, I'm going to the 
library to read books about your fetishes and shit."  
However, Monique thought to herself, 'Ha-ha, actually, I 
have a date with a *man* bitch!'

Monique walked over and turned on the video recorder.  
"First, record your journal and tell the camera all about 
how you got in such a state today.  Remember, you must tell 
all!"

"Then when you are finished with that, clean up this fuckin' 
room!  It's beginning to smell like your smelly pussy," 
Monique said, as she arched an eyebrow up and looked 
accusingly at Laura.

Next, I want you to wash all the dirty panties in the 
hamper. Since you like to sniff them so much, I want you to 
smell every pair all over.  Then, on a sheet of paper, write 
down which panties you liked the best and why.  Just pretend 
you are at one of them fancy wine tastins' and tell Miss 
Monique all about her panties.  I want to know all about the 
bouquet or whatever shit they're always saying on TV and you 
better tell me what you think I was doin to make them 
bitches smell and taste so good. Oh yeah, that reminds me.  
I've got a coupl'a stains in them mugs and I'm all out of 
Shout.  So, how about when you're doin' your tastin', you 
put a little extra special attention to the dirty spots with 
you tongue." 

Next, I want you to rate how horny my panties make you from 
zero to ten.  I'm warning ya in advance pervie, if my 
panties don't get a good rating, then I'll make your ass go 
'round and collect some more from the other girls in the 
dorm." 

'Oh please no!' Laura prayed, trying to convince herself not 
to do the disgusting things Monique was saying.  However, 
her juicy quim told a different story, as it opened and 
began to drip with desire.  "Yes, Miss Monique," she 
answered obediently.   

Monique walked to the dresser and picked up some lacy under-
things and a pair of heels.  "Now, for the negative 
reinforcement; if you are going to be my maid, you have to 
look the part.  I took up a collection from some of the 
girls down the hall for your outfit."  Monique tied the 
extremely large pair of white lace panties around Laura's 
waist.  "Every maid needs an apron," she said grinning.   

Next, she placed the tiny black satiny panties on Laura's 
head and adjusted them, until they were just right, "and a 
pretty little bonnet, for her head.  A cute little outfit, 
fo my cute lil' pervie maid, hee-hee!," she laughed.

"Go ahead and put your heels on Laura, while I finish up 
here.  All maids wear heels when they clean."

Laura thought back and she remembered her family's maid wore 
a maid's uniform, she didn't wear heels.  'Well, Rosa was 
probably too fat for heels anyway,' Laura thought.  

While Laura sat trying to put the high heels on her feet, 
Monique put a tape in the VCR and turned it on. As Laura 
finished donning the heels, she looked in horror at the 
image on the VCR.  *It was her*!  She was on the floor with 
her nose stuck in Monique's discarded running shorts!

"Okay, I'm goin' ta be leavin' now Pervie.  If you get all 
horny and shit, you can play with yo cunt.  Just remember, 
any orgasms you have, thinking about or smelling panties 
will positively reinforce your lezzie tendencies and ruin 
the hard work I've don for you. It'll take me weeks of 
increasingly severe negative reinforcement to overcome any 
transg- I mean you fallin off the wagon or some shit," 
Monique said, catching herself before she slipped out of 
character.  

"If you feel your pervie self getting' out of control, just 
take a look at the TV and watch your sick self sniffin my 
stinky shorts fo' motivation.  So remember control your 
slutty ass and above all *NO CUMMING*!"

Unless of course you *WANT* to become a total lesbian fuck 
slut," Monique said, as she closed the door behind her, 
leaving Laura dazed and confused in her wake.


Teetering on the unfamiliar shoes, the dazed blonde looked 
at herself again in the full length mirror.   

The perverted creature she saw couldn't be her! Yet there 
she was, formerly Ms. Straight A, Princess Prim and Preppy, 
but now - now, she was only Princess Panty. Even the lowly 
Mexican maid that served at her family's house wouldn't be 
caught dead wearing such a ridiculous outfit. 

What was even worse, Laura loved it. She craved it. 

"Oh God, what is happening to me?  Why is my body doing this 
to me?" Laura asked herself, as she raised her makeshift 
apron up to examine her sex.  "Ohh, my poor pussy," Laura 
whimpered, looking down at her red swollen ripe quim.  The 
suction from the breast pump had not only sucked out Laura's 
juices, it caused her outer pussy lips to swell up to twice 
their normal size. Her mons and inner lips were also swollen 
and puffy looking.  Her clit had become so large; it stuck 
right out of its hood and would actually bob up and down 
whenever she moved. 

As she attempted to keep her hands off it, her eyes looked 
up at her bare breasts and thought, 'I have only the chest 
of a very little girl, but I've got the pussy of a woman!' 

'No, that's not right. Monique says I have to say it right! 
I've got the cunt of a whore.' she thought, as her right 
hand naturally reached down, and began rubbing her sore 
labia between her sticky fingers. 

The effect was electric! Laura had to stop herself from 
accidentally cumming.  She spread her nether lips as she 
gazed longingly at her leaking sex. 'Such a juicy quim; a 
cunt that was made to be fucked,' she thought.

'Damn! What kind of narcissistic slut must I look like to 
the camera?' Laura thought, as she remembered the camera 
recording her actions.

Then Laura had to subject herself to the additional 
humiliation of reliving today's events, as she reciting each 
of them before the video camera. 

She couldn't help herself! She rubbed her pussy and cried as 
she was telling all the sordid details of the worst day of 
her life. 

She wanted desperately to cum! But, she stopped herself 
short of cumming each time she came close.

How her clit ached for release, and Laura cried, but she did 
stop herself. Laura had to be strong.  She remembered 
Monique's warning, 'If you cum too many times you would 
become a real-live lesbian slut forever.' 

Trying to get her mind of her aching quim, Laura began the 
task of cleaning up the room.  She moved around the room 
teetering around on the unfamiliar high heels.  The uppity 
girl found that with every piece of lint she picked up, bed 
that was made 'just right', every surface that was cleaned, 
and every menial task that used to be beneath her, took on 
new meaning as she did it wearing her humiliating outfit. 

Suddenly, cleaning the room and becoming the black girl's 
maid had become sexually stimulating.  

Laura mind wondered and she began to daydream while she 
continued to clean in her sexual daze.  In her fantasy, she 
was Fifi the maid, and Monique was still in the room, 
ordering her around as she cleaned.  'Come on Fifi, keep 
those legs straight and bend at the waist when you pick up 
my clothes maid!  You missed a spot in the corner Fifi, 
maybe I'll have to put you over my knee and spank your nasty 
little girl ass.  Spread those scrawny legs bitch, when you 
are on your hands and knees, I want to see that wet juicy 
cunt.  Come one bitch, wiggle that flat ass when you wipe up 
that spill.  Look at yourself in the mirror Fiffi, see what 
a depraved slut you've become.'

Then when she looked into the mirror, she grew wetter with 
humiliation and desire.  The heels did hurt her legs and 
feet, but she saw they made her ass and legs look extremely 
sexy.  While the panties she was wearing on her head made 
her look like a dumb bimbo, her ass stuck prettily out from 
the back of her makeshift apron.

She also found that her panty-apron came in handy for wiping 
up the constant flow of pussy juice as it ran down her 
thighs, threatening to ruin her new heels. 

Suddenly she heard the audio of herself cumming from the 
video that was playing.  The image of her kneeling on the 
floor, hips humping in abandon, as she buried her face in 
her roommate's shorts, caught her total attention.  She knew 
she should be disgusted just watching it.  Even the very 
idea that she would sniff her roomie's nasty, smelly panties 
should have disgusted her, but the sight and sounds of it . 
. . brought back the memory of her first glorious CUM! 

She so desperately wanted to do it all over again.  
Frantically, she looked for those soiled panties from 
yesterday. 

'I wonder if they are in that pile of panties on the floor?' 
she thought.  Then sanity returned.  Laura stopped herself! 
She could wait, she had to! At least until after she had 
cleaned the room as she had been instructed.

'After that, maybe . . . just maybe.  Gotta clean the room 
first then Monique's delicates.' Laura thought, but she just 
couldn't wait! Her aching cunt NEEDED IT! 

'Damn the room and my imagination!' Laura mentally cursed 
herself.
 
She quickly gathered all of Monique's soiled panties and 
nighties up in her arms. She tried to resist, she tried to 
be strong but, 'Maybe just *one* little sniff. What could it 
hurt? Monique even said I was supposed to smell them.' Laura 
bent her head down and inhaled Monique's aroma from the lacy 
garments she was carrying.
 
She couldn't help herself! Maybe she could sniff them just a 
tiny bit and then finish cleaning the room.
 
Carefully, she laid the soiled lingerie out on Monique's 
clean bed, and then knelt down on the floor beside the bed.   
'Well, maybe I'll just go ahead and write down what I think 
of each of her panties.  After all, she did ask me to.' 
Laura thought.  

Laura got a pen and piece of paper.  She also brought back a 
book to write on.  Kneeling by the bed again, she began to 
rate each panty as if it were a fine wine.  

Panty #1:  Warner's bright strips eggshell color.  They were 
satiny with vertical lines and a slight odor of sex. I 
imagine you must have worn these to class this week.  I rate 
them a six.  

Panty #2:  Victoria's Secret black satin with lace front 
panel.  They have a light scent of sex and a delicate 
perfume. I imagine you wore these on a date due to the smell 
of perfume.  I give them a six.  

Panty #3:  Victoria's Secret solid satin and peach in color.  
These panties reeked of sex so strongly, I could smell them 
from the bed.  I also detected a foreign odor and looking 
closely I see there is a dried stain in the crotch panel.  I 
guess you had sex with your boyfriend when you wore these.   
The smell made me so horny I almost came, but the taste was 
not good, so I rate them an eight.

Laura's cheeks burned red.  'Why do I feel so jealous of her 
boyfriend?' she wondered.

Panty #4:  Haynes white cotton brief.  These have the 
strongest smell so far.  They are still damp to touch and 
smell strongly of sweat and sex.  There is no boyfriend 
odor, yet the smell of your arousal is even stronger on 
these than the peach panties.  I imagine you exercised and 
then masturbated while you still wore the panties.  These 
panties are the hottest so far and they make me want to do 
bad things.  The taste was slightly salty and extremely 
musty. I don't think I can bring myself to wash them.  Part 
of me wants to save them for later.  I rate them a ten.  

'Oh God, I am so fucked up!' Laura thought as she considered 
how perverted she must look right now, rating soiled 
panties, like others would rate wine.  'If this video of 
what I'm doing ever got out, I would be ruined forever.' As 
much as she would have liked to have stopped, the poor 
blonde couldn't help herself.  Her will silently crumbling, 
as she bent down and buried her face in her favorite pair of 
panties.
 
She couldn't help it! She sucked on the crotch and began to 
masturbate. 

As she stroked her over-heated pussy she remembered the 
events from the previous night. In her mind, she could hear 
the dark girl ordering, 'Go on! Rub those small tits you 
lezzie bitch. Finger fuck that sloppy white pussy for me 
girl. You know ya loves it!' 

Laura felt another orgasm coming on strong. She couldn't 
help it! She forgot all about her instructions in the letter 
and the video camera recording her every action.  All of the 
desperate girl's attention was consumed by the smell and 
taste of panties.  'I am a sub,' she thought, as she began 
stroking her enlarged clit and viscously twisting her tiny 
nipple. 

All she could think about . . .  all she cared about was 
RELEASE! 

Just then, at the most inopportune time in the world, there 
was a loud knocking at the door.  It wasn't the kind of know 
that said, will you open the door please?  Instead, was a 
police knock.  The kind of knock that says, open the door 
right now, if you know what is good for you.
  
Then a loud very crass female voice boomed out, "Girlfriend 
let us in right now. We knows you in there!" 

'Go away please. I'm almost *there*,' Laura thought, as her 
index finger began to rub her clit even faster. 

"You gots to the count of three to open this door *Lezzie 
Laura*." 

To be continued . . .

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