I caught him red handed. He was down on his knees, licking one of my shiny panties. My husband! My over-confindent, he-man of a husband. I was furious. Not because he turned out to be a panty lover, but because he hadn’t told me about it. What the hell is going in here, I snapped. It literally knocked the air out of him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and he looked absolutely terrified. I grabbed his hair, yanked his head back and slapped him. Pain flashed through his eyes. But he didn’t struggle, didn’t even protest, and I could clearly see the enormous swelling in his trousers. He looked so helpless, so weak. Much to my own surprise I loved seeing him like that. So I took a few panties and ordered him to follow me on hands and knees. He obeyed! He crawled behind me like a puppy into the living room, where I told him to strip and put on a panty instead. Again, he did exactly as he was told. I could see his trembling hands, his hard cock, the complete submission in his eyes. He dropped down on his knees in front of me. I stuffed a panty in his mouth and pulled another one over his head. He looked so ridiculous, but his eyes worshipped me like they’d never done before. Can a simple panty change your life? You bet your ass it can!