My Personal Armpit
I love to have my armpit licked. For some reason, this fetish developed when I was sixteen. My friend and I made bets with each other. On a dry and hot summer day, I was invited to a sleep over at his house. I gladly accepting not aware of his intentions. We played chess, and I beat him. He was on the verge of winning, when I delivered checkmate with my queen. After losing, he suggested we play again with a twist. The loser had to submit to being a slave to the winner. I accepted, and was confident in winning again.
However, in a rare moment, he beat me. I was shocked, but I had lost the bet. My friend told me to remove my shirt and raise my hands up. For the first part of the punishment, he sniffed my armpits. I considered his behavior offensive and disgusting, but there was no way out. Then, he started to lick my armpits. It felt good as he licked it one at a time. My hairy armpits was licked for twenty minutes. For the rest of the day, he owned me, and licked my armpits whenever he had the chance. I loved every minute of it because it was pleasurable. For the first time ever, I appreciated my armpits more, and tried to get people to lick my pits.