Nervously you stand in the bedroom recalling all the events that lead you here. The weeks of digital trashing talking, verbal bullying, and threats of a good butt flossing all building up to tonight's little game. I chuckle looking at you, my day old dirty panties barely hiding my excited bludge.

"What's wrong? Getting cold feet because you know you'll be tonight's loser nerd? You're going to look reaaaaal cute sniffing your own dirty underwear tonight."

I coo, wrapping up my stretches for tonight's event: a wedgie fight. A duel to see who can break the other one wedgie by wedgie until someone caves in and submits; accepting their fate of sniffing their own dirty underwear through the dreaded atomic, or worse, the winner's while strapped in a shoulder lock~

gulping you step forward and the fun begins. Back and forth we deliver wedgie after wedgie, our moans and grunts of pain barely overtaken by the other's command to submit and accept it. The longer it goes on the more the smell builds in our underwear making every move more punishing...and arousing

Eventually someone (cough you) will either get simply too horny, moaning when they take those deep intense breaths of their own stench, or too tied to refuse it. One move leads to the next till they finally are on their knees, hands forced behind their back as they mindlessly inhale through the atomic. Finally saying the magic words to end it all...and the punishment round to begin:

"I'm the wedgie slut...~"

While everyone has their own fantasies with wedgies, I always find those that include the smell aspect to be more interesting. There's something about the additional humiliation that adds to the overall experience, especially for someone who enjoys being on both ends of the undies pulling. Figured someone would enjoy hearing mine~