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You don’t even get me in this one. Just a pair of my panties sitting on a chair, and somehow that’s more than enough to keep your attention. I can’t help but laugh at how little it takes. No teasing poses, no special treatment, not even a glimpse of me. Just a simple reminder of who those panties belong to and how willing you are to focus on whatever I decide to give you. The entire time, I mock your desperation and remind you how far beneath me you really are. Most people would want more, but you’re perfectly content with scraps. In fact, you seem grateful for them. While my voice stays in the background, I point out how ridiculous your obsession has become, knowing full well that you’ll happily sit there and give every ounce of your attention to something so simple simply because it came from me.