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Hygiene Fetish
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My slave training began two months ago when my 35 year old next door neighbor happened to catch me buying my supply of sanitary napkins and Tampax. Barb is a sexy looking lady with a dynamite body. She had just recently moved into the apartment complex where I live. I found out after becoming her slave that she works as a legal secretary and was recently divorce. She said her former husband was a lousily lover. Only caring about his own orgasm’s and that at first she had been hurt by his running off with some young slut. She soon realized that he was the loser not her. She sold the big fancy house he had bought her and move to this apartment complex. She said that she checked out all the single men when she first move here. I was the only one that appealed to her and that she was glad that she caught me that day in the grocery store. No sooner had I arrived home when Barb, the neighbor and now my mistress, was at my door. She quickly got down to business, telling me that she knew I was not married and that she had never seen any women enter or leave my apartment. She ask about my fetish saying that she had a few herself. I somewhat sheepishly confessed that since my college days I have enjoyed wearing certain feminine products. I described how the soft cotton of a sanitary napkin against my balls was wonderful and how going out in public with a Kotex between my legs and a Tampax up my ass would keep my cock hard for. She was so easy to talk too and so understanding. She did not try and put me down for my fetish and I soon confessed to other little quirk I had. I told her that I sometimes wore women lace panties and that the sanitary napkins kept me from staining them when I would suddenly have a climax just thinking about women wearing them too. Taking my hands into hers she gazed into my eyes and ask if I wanted to take my fetish one step further and become her menstrual slave. After years of fantasizing about women on the rag here was one wanting me to service her monthly. I quickly agreed.
