Her blonde bob flying around her shoulders as she furtively glanced from side to side, Sabrina scampered up the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could, hoping against hope that no-one had glimpsed her sneaking out of the living room with her prizes. She was fairly sure she’d gotten away with it, but there was always that little whispering fear: what if they saw me...?

She wasn’t used to feeling so self-conscious. Trying to be surreptitious certainly didn’t come naturally to her. She was a bold, shameless sex kitten who didn’t much mind being observed in degrading acts and freaky positions. But she supposed everyone had a guilty pleasure to which they’d struggle to openly admit, even to those closest to them. And she’d rather no-one knew about hers - even the gathering of trusted kinksters on the ground floor of Hailee’s house. Even her own partner/Owner.

Reaching the upstairs landing, Sabby scuttled towards Hailee and Milo’s bedroom, clutching her treasures tightly in one hand. Slipping through the ajar door, she gently closed it with a soft click.

She let out a relieved sigh. She’d made it. And now that she no longer had to worry about being caught, she could fully indulge in her secret shame.

Racing over to the bed, she spread out her spoils on the duvet, taking a moment to admire them with a gleeful grin. Then she circled round the bed and climbed on from the side, sprawling across the soft surface. Reaching out with her right hand, she snatched up one of the pairs of delicate, silky panties - the purple ones, which were Hailee’s, she believed. It felt slightly less sordid to at least start with someone she’d known longer than the others, as if she’d passed a threshold with her longtime fucktoy friend that made this a little less depraved for both of them. She could then build up to Alyssa and Jelly Doll later. It was logic flimsier than the panties in her hand, but it worked just well enough for her.

She drew out the moment as long as she could, raising the indigo underwear up into the air and dangling them high above her head, admiring the way the lacey edges let pinpricks of light filter through them.

Then she unceremoniously dumped them on her face and took a long, deep inwards breath through her nose.

That smell... Fuck. She’d missed it so much. It’d been too long since she’d had the chance to sniff someone’s panties. (Other than her own, and that just wasn’t the same.) The last time had been with Irene, her favourite sub, almost two weeks before the con.

Sabrina really wasn’t sure where this, her most mortifying fetish, came from. She genuinely did love the smell of recently-worn women’s underwear, especially if the owner of said underwear had been somewhat turned on. And that was certainly true in this case.

The group had been masturbating quite openly whenever they felt so inclined throughout the week, because that was perfectly normal around friends, as they all knew very well. But it’d been rare for any of them to do so while wearing panties (or indeed anything at all). So Sabrina had really lucked out when Hailee, AJ and Jelly, mid-conversation, had all idly edged in their respective chairs while clad in some particularly lovely lingerie bottoms, which they’d proceeded to discard... and the sex kitten had stolen, stealthily gathering them up and slipping away with them while their owners continued to casually chat. She’d had to seize the chance when it presented itself - it was unlikely she’d get another this week. She’d hardly stopped shaking from the adrenaline rush.

And that must be another reason - the risk. The thrill of snatching someone’s panties right from under them (sometimes literally), and then creeping away to cravenly inhale their odour. The element of danger turned her on so much. She usually played it safe, taking and enjoying the illicit treasures from her subs while they drifted in trance. Irene had been conditioned to hand over their used panties at the end of every session, but only saw it as Sabby taking a trophy from them to further degrade them - they knew nothing of her ulterior motive. She was playing a perilous game today, threatening to expose her own secret... and what if she was caught? What then? What would her friends think of her? They’d think of her the same ways that she was already thinking of herself.

That she was a pervert. A freak. A loser.

Of course, thinking about it in those terms just made it harder not to do it.

She’d savoured Hailee’s delicious fragrance long enough now, switching to the black panties that belonged to Alyssa. The rich scent filled her nostrils and seemed to seep into her brain, leaving her feeling dazed and giddy. It was like a drug. Like catnip.

She barely noticed herself exchanging AJ’s pair for Jelly Doll’s, its panties a dark, rich evergreen shade. Her restraint (such as it was) was evaporating fast - she’d gone from deep, luxurious inhalations to short, sharp, frantic sniffs, desperately dabbing the flimsy fabric around her lower face, frantically breathing in the fragrance. She couldn’t help it - and she couldn’t help picturing how pathetic she must look, frenziedly trying to get as much of her partners’ pussy perfume up her nostrils as she possibly could.

She was such a horny little slut. Such a debauched little deviant. Such a perverted, panty-sniffing loser.

Her spare hand leapt between her legs like a viper pouncing on its prey.

She had all three pairs bundled up in her other hand now, jamming them into her nose, huffing her friends’ intoxicating aromas, trying to pick out the subtle differences in each of their scents. She thought she could detect the notes of fragrance specific to Hailee, but she wasn’t familiar enough with AJ or Jelly’s smells to distinguish between them. Besides which, it was getting harder and harder for the sex kitten to concentrate, as her ersatz catnip fogged her senses, and the danger and the depravity and her deft strokes and the delicious mix of smells drove her to the brink of orgasm as she kept manically sniffing her sweetly-scented souvenirs...

***

Alyssa glanced at the ceiling at the sound of a cry from above. “Guess she’s enjoying our gifts,” she snickered.

“She always does,” Hailee grinned.

“And she really doesn’t know we know...?” Jelly Doll asked.

“She doesn’t want to know we know. It’s the only thing she’s genuinely embarrassed about. She’d much rather forget she told us. She doesn’t even remember telling Irene - not consciously, at least.”

“Bless her heart,” AJ giggled. “I mean, I can’t imagine any of us judging her, we’re all far enough down each others’ kinky rabbit holes at this point anyway.” Her companions spluttered with laughter at her turn of phrase. “If she wants to huff my panties she’s welcome to ’em,” she continued. “I actually think it’s kinda sweet that she’s so into us, she’d gulp the smell of our cum right down her lungs. Besides, she knows there’s no kink-shaming in this house, right...?”

“Of course.” Hailee smirked knowingly. “But hey, sometimes shame’s underrated...”

The auburn-haired hypnosub grinned, nodding her wholehearted agreement. “Facts.”