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Do you remember your safeword?
Lilly
“Those are not panties for a good girl like you. There will come a package for you with something more fitting. Until then you will have to do without.” He says matter of factly and my jaw drops to the floor.
“I can’t go around the office without underwear, Mr. Storm.” I say in horror. The corners of his mouth rise slightly.
“You do not have a choice. You are not to wear undergarments like those again. Unless I instruct you to.” He walks up to me and takes my hand. He leads me around the couch and sits down. Then he pulls me down to straddle his lap. His arms go around my body. One of his hands presses my head against his chest. At first I felt embarrassed about the position but soon I relaxed. “I have something
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