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Firm Control
The Millfords were not going far
When they stepped inside their family car
Agnes said, "Do hurry, Joe"
"I want to get there, don't you know."
Something glistened at her feet
A panty girdle stretchy tight
What was this feminine girly sight?
"Joe" she said in sombre tone
As the car then pulled away from home
"What the hell is this thing here?
Joe's face was full of angst and fear
The girl he picked up Friday night
Had worn the item nice and tight
And as they made love in the seat
Must have kicked them off her feet
"They're mine" said Joe, his face aglow
"I'm trying to look thinner don't you know"
He heaved a sigh of great relief
Thinking he was safe from grief
"I see" said Agnes, "That's ok"
"You shall wear them every single day!"
And so it was that poor old Joe
Now wears these, and don't you know
He can't escape his pantied cares
For Agnes bought him fifteen pairs
And so it is for Joe, poor soul
A life of pantied, firm control.
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