Mystery Mistress 6
At some point, you realized nobody was talking. Your mind pulled out of its fantasy/memory and you looked around. You stood in your office with your pants around your ankles. Natasha stood in front of you, completely dressed, completely empowered. Your cheeks flushed red as the humiliation of the situation began to feel very very real.
Natasha looked you in the eyes and said "From what you just said," she paused a long, long time. You were hanging on her every word. "It's pretty clear you enjoyed seeing my panties much more than I'm enjoying seeing your boxers. I think the problem is those still cover up too much. Don't you agree that you still owe me?" Without knowing what you were doing, you were nodding. Your humiliation and submission was speaking for you, agreeing to things that you should never be agreeing to.
"Drop your boxers, T."