I wrote recently of how my fetish for wearing panties led me to be humiliated by Alison the 47 year old woman I work with as she discovered that I had cum into a pair of her green panties that she had left at work.Two days after she had made me cum while wearing a pair of my pants things seemed to settle down and our relationship returned very much to how it had always been.As I said before I had never considered Alison as at all sexually attractive she was far from feminine and if you were being harsh then fat and plain would be a pretty good description of her.My first indication that maybe things weren\'t completely normal was when we were alone together and she started calling me her \'bitch\' and \'pansy boy\'.Lunch time arrived when Alison normally goes home but instead she just sat with her arms folded and with a smile on her face.\'Drop \'em theres a good girl\' \'sorry\' I replied \'I want your trousers and pants around your ankles this second or do you want the whole world to know what you\'re really like?\' Now the fear of being found out was a real one and truly I had no choice so I did as I was told. Equally true was the fact that I was already desperately turned on by my situation.\'Go on panty boy wank for me\' I started to do as I was told, her eyes nevered wavered from my cock and I realised that pretty soon I was going shoot my load.Part of me really was very unhappy about the whole thing, it was wrong and unfaithful.The part that I was wanking didn\'t see it this way however and a surge rushed through my cock and fired a huge stream of spunk over the office carpet. Alison looked delighted and said \'good girl I really enjoyed watching that,here I\'ve got something for you\'. She reached into her desk and pulled out a pair of silky white panties \'put these on baby\'.Oh how good did they feel?my soaking wet cock felt so good but at the same time it dawned on me how ridiculous things had become for me. I was a 42 year old man with a family and a woman who I didn\'t find attractive was now pretty well dominating all my sexual thoughts. She was at liberty to treat me virtually as she wanted as long as I got to pull on a pair of her panties from time to time. Over the following weeks I must have worn a dozen different pairs,black, white, silky lacey, all types. All I had to do in return was wank off in front of her. I guess you could say I was her sex slave but only in a low key way, I didn\'t realise just how different things were about to become.