Caught!

  It was late September and as I was driving down the street one day, I noticed a very attractive young Woman entering her house. After she opened the front door, She walked to the edge of the porch, reached down and placed a key under a large flower pot, then turned and walked inside. My first thought was that she should have had a more discreet hiding place for the key, because she had just unknowingly opened Her front door to a panty thief. 

  Each day afterwards, I made it a point to drive by and I soon started to gather information on the occupants of the house. I learned that there was not one, but three Women that were living there, this would be panty heaven! Over the next few weeks I learned the types of vehicles that they drove and most importantly, I began to figure out their schedules. I found that on Saturday nights all three Women would be gone by 8:00 pm and would not return until the following day. I did not know where they went, and I did not care, all I needed to know (or so I thought) was that on Saturday nights the house was empty. I decided that the following Saturday would be the perfect time for my little panty raid.

  As I got out of my car, my mind was racing. I could not believe that I was actually going to do this. I walked down the street replaying the plan over in my head, it would be so simple, I would use the hidden key and walk right thru the front door, grab as many pairs of panties as I could find and then leave before anyone was the wiser, I laughed to myself at how easy this was going to be.

  As I approached the house I nervously looked around and saw no one in sight, the coast was clear. I quickly grab the hidden key out from under the flower pot, inserted it in the lock and was inside. Once inside, I began to search each bedroom and in a matter of just a few minutes, I had at least a dozen pair. Things were going exactly as planned, there was just one more place to search and then I would make a clean getaway.

 When I walk into the laundry room I saw that there were three separate piles of dirty clothes, obviously a pile for each of the three Women that lived there. I began sifting through each pile and removed every pair of soiled panties that I came across. I then made a big mistake, rather than departing immediately with all of my ill gotten goods as planned, I began to look through my new “found” treasures. I picked out a pair of pink nylon bikinis that were very soiled and raised the crotch to my face and inhaled deeply. I was completely aroused by the feminine scent and my pants were soon down. In my mesmerized state I failed to hear the front door open, nor did I hear the foot steps and voices coming through the house.

  A sudden knock on the open laundry room door jolted me back into reality. When I looked toward the door, I was shocked to see several Women staring down at me. I knew I was in big trouble, but before I could even move, they ran through the door and pounced on me like a cat on a mouse. Even though I was out number, I was sure that I could manage to fight my way out and escape, after all they were just Women, there was no way that they could possibly over power a man of my size.

  At this point I was lying on my stomach; one of the Women had one arm tightly around my neck while She held a hand full of my hair in the other hand, two other Women each had a hold of one of my arms and two others sat on the back of my legs. I knew that I had to get to my feet, but I soon found that this was easier said than done. I managed to pull one of my arms free and tried to raise myself up, but with weight of the two Women on my legs and the fact that my pants were around my ankles, I was unable to get my knees under me, it did not take long before my free arm was jerk out from under me and I landed hard on the floor knocking the breath out of me.

  As I tried to catch my breath, one of my arms was twisted around and pinned into the middle of my back with a knee, this left both Women free to work on my other arm which they soon had pinned to the middle of my back also. With both arms behind me, they took a pair of pantyhose and wrapped them tightly around my wrists. A loud cheer rang out as the last knot was tied, thus ensuring their victory. The Women then changed positions and began the process of binding my legs.

 With only one Woman sitting on my back, they pulled my pants the rest of the way off.  I do not know where I thought I was going to go with my hands bound behind me and naked from the waist down, but I had to try, I just could not accept the fact that these Women would soon have me totally subdued, So with one last desperate attempt I bucked the Woman on my back off and tried to get to my feet, my effort was soon answered with all five Women jumping on me and driving me back to the floor, once again knocking my breath away and taking away any fight that I had left.

  It was now just a matter of time. The five Women went about their work gleefully. They used more pantyhose to bind my knees and ankles. With that done, they produced one more pair of pantyhose, they tied one end to my wrists, and then bent my legs up toward my wrists. With great effort and grunting on their part and painful groaning on mine, they pushed my ankles forward until they were touching my wrists and then tied them together. Again they erupted in a loud cheer as the final knot was tied.

  As I lay helpless on the floor I began to apologize and beg for release. They all began to laugh and two of them, a blonde and a red head walked over to me. The red head straddled me and sat down on my shoulders, grabbed two handfuls of hair and painfully pulled my head back. The blonde picked up a pair of the soiled panties that I had attempted to steal, squatted in front of me and began to smile at me as She mockingly rub them over my face. She told me that they were going to make sure that I was very sorry for my attempted panty theft and that She was going to ensure my silence until they decided on a suitable punishment. She began to rub the soiled panties over my lips and in anticipation of what She was about to do, I willingly started to open my mouth to accept the gag. But to my surprise and soon to be my horror, She pulled them away and told me that I was not worthy to have Her panties in my mouth. She then grabbed my own underwear and began to laugh as She told me to “open wide”. I struggled frantically to keep my mouth shut but the red head pulled even harder on my hair, and as the others cheered Her on, the blonde was successful in stuffing my own underwear in my mouth, She then sealed them in with duct tape, placed a pillow case over my head and told me that they were going to go relax and discuss my fate.

 While I lay on the laundry room floor bound, silenced and hooded, I could hear nothing. Where were they? Were they still in the house? My mind wandered as to what they might have in store for me. I do not know how long I laid there, it seemed like hours, but I finally heard voices and foot steps coming toward me. When the pillow case was removed from my head, the red head once again sat on my shoulders and seemed to take great delight in grabbing my hair and painfully pulling my head up. I was then given a choice, 1. They could simply call the police, and call the local newspaper so they could be there when the police arrested me, or 2. I could do exactly as I was told and except my punishment from them. This was not a difficult decision to make. When the gag was removed I begged them not to call the police and quickly agreed to accept whatever punishment they deemed appropriate. Upon hearing this, the blonde smiled, slapped me in the face very hard and said She new that I would see things their way.

   They then began to question me. They asked for the names, addresses, and phone numbers of friends, family and work. This was not information that I really wanted to give, but considering the alternative I told them everything that they wanted to know.  They then released my legs and stood me up; one of them tied a long thin piece of cord tightly around my balls and viciously pulled them back in between my legs. Then they forced me into a pair of panties. I was then backed up to a door and they tied the remaining length of cord to the door knob. With my balls securely tied to the door knob, my hands were released and I was told that it was now time to make me a “star”. With that being said they produced a digital camera and began to snap away. They must have taken at least one hundred photos of me. In some of the pics I was forced to hold signs saying such things as “I am a panty thief” or “I love to wear Women’s panties”. At one point they placed a pair of panties over my head and with one of them standing on each side of me smiling; they snapped a shot with me holding a sign that said “panty bitch”. They were all laughing hysterically because with my hands free, it looked like I had willingly posed for the photos, the cord that held my balls to the door could not be seen.

  When the photo session was finished my hands were retied behind me and I was released from the door. The red head then grabbed the cord and led me by my balls into the middle of the living room where She forced me to my knees and then pushed me down so that I was sitting on my ankles, She then tied the cord around my ankles effectively keeping me in my humbled position. With the Women all seated around me the blonde began to explain my situation and it was very simple. All the photos they had taken were now on Her computer and the memory card would be kept in a safe place as a back up. She went on to tell me that I was now their blackmail slave and that they demanded my total submission and complete obedience with no exceptions. If I dared to even question an order or was slow in responding, they would immediately send the photos to all of my contacts, and then post them all over the Internet for everyone to see. With that being said, the blonde grabbed me by the hair, looked me in the eyes and asked “do you understand Me bitch?”  I quickly responded with “yes Ma`am, i understand” She then laughed, spit in my face and said “good bitch”

  Well that is how I got to where I am now, I would write more but I do not have time. I have to finish mopping the kitchen floor….with my tongue!

 by ugly bitch..aka.. pantythief

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