My Panty Boy had stolen my new red lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret, and there were three pairs. I couldn’t believe it. They were brand new I hadn’t even worn them yet and what’s more that was $30 worth of stuff he stole. I confronted him straight away. “Look you damn thief I know you stole my panties and you can just hand them back, besides the joke is on you, you nasty pervert, I hadn’t even worn them yet.” He tried to deny this but I have seen enough of my panties disappear thanks to my Hamper Bandit. “Ms Ava I didn’t take them” he said weakly but his bulge and tone gave him away. Stealing my panties was his ultimate high, the ultimate game of cat and mouse. I knew he had them and I had a sneaking suspicion he had a pair on as were talking. “You’re wearing a pair aren’t you? You dirty boy. Don’t worry I know you have them. Meet me at my house in ten minutes, don’t be late.” With that I turned on my heel and left.
Ten minutes later my thief was ringing my door bell, and I walked downstairs to let him in. In our time apart I had changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a low top exposing my huge tits and tight short shorts with flip-flops. He just stared in amazement but I grabbed my purse and shoved him outside. “I hope you brought your wallet and all the stuff you need to go shopping.” He looked perplexed but I pulled out my keys and got into the car. “Put these on” I told him handing him an old pair of my panties and tying them around his eyes and mouth so he had to inhale their smell the entire car ride. Now with him blindfolded I cranked the car and drove without a word. We arrived at our destination and I parked and got my Hamper Bandit out panties still tied around his face. Holding his arm since he couldn’t see I led him inside looked at a map and headed for our final destination. As we walked people just stared open mouthed. Some pointed in horror, others laughed, and a few looked disgusted. We arrived and I took off his blindfolds. There we were my panty boy and I standing in front of the Victoria’s Secret store, the pink letters lighting up the area as the models and manikins posed in the latest products. “Time to go shopping” I announced happily, and without a care I marched right in the store holding my panty-boy’s arm to ensure he didn’t flee. A confused sales associate greeted us and I told her exactly the reason for our visit. “This “guy” here likes to steal my panties so I figured he’d like to buy some of his own. Mind if we browse around? She nodded repressing a smirk and I wasted no time taking him right to the panties section after I grabbed a basket. Browsing around I saw exactly what I wanted, there was a new line of panties that I knew would be so comfortable so I grabbed six different colors and threw them in the cart. Continuing to browse, I looked at my thief…”So what do you like? I know you have a few favorites tell me what do you like?” He pointed at a pink pair of Angel Panties and I got a pair off the shelf along with a pair of lace panties I knew he’d like. “Go try these two on, see how they fit.” With that we walked to the dressing rooms and even though we couldn’t go in together I waited outside the door. “When you’re done I want to see you” I called. Seconds later he appeared holding the door open a crack as he modeled the pink attire first. “Come on out I want to see how they look.” He steeped out in shame and sure enough there he was bulge and all in his pink panties. “What do you think?” I said turning to the girl at the counter. It was all she could do not to laugh and playing along she said “he looks like quite the woman” and unable to contain herself any longer she burst out laughing hysterically. He went back in humiliated and modeled the other pair and satisfied I took our clothes to the cashier. She rang it up and looked at me. “Cough up panty-boy you’re the one who enjoys stealing my panties
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