I was just undressing in the bathroom, about to hop in the shower, when I heard something strange coming from the bedroom. Quiet, sneaky noises.

And guess what I found?

A certain “house guest” who clearly thought I wasn’t home — and decided to help himself to my underwear drawer.

Sniffing, rummaging, getting way too cozy with my panties like some pervy little dog.

He didn’t expect to get caught.

And he definitely didn’t expect what came next.

You wanna get close to my panties?

Alright — then you’re gonna get a whole lot closer to everything else, too.

He gets a full dose of punishment: tight headscissors, figure-4s from all angles, breath play pins, facesitting that leaves no room for complaints (or air), nipple torment, breath play, and a relentless reminder of who’s in charge.

I let him go eventually.

But not before I left a few things permanently imprinted in his memory — and probably all over his face.