Lena’s Wagers

Lena’s breath came fast and shallow under the Model’s pressure. The teasing fingers had only just left her pussy, and her cheeks burned bright pink. But her sharp eyes had done their work: she remembered every chest, every carved symbol. And there the one in front of her, marked just as before, plain and sure.

Her hand rested firmly on the lid.

“I wager my belt,” Lena announced, though her voice trembled, “that there are belts in here.”

The Model leaned in, her lips brushing Lena’s ear as she whispered, “Careful, my good girl… one mistake, and you’ll be belt will break your illusion of been dressed at all”

But when Lena pushed open the chest, relief flooded her body. Coiled inside, row upon row of belts gleamed in the low light. Correct.

The Model let out a slow laugh, clapping her hands softly. “Well, well. You were right. My obedient one does have a mind for the game, after all.” She let her fingers trail over Lena’s still-clasped belt. “Safe… for now.”

Mia smirked, giving Lena a proud glance, though her bare feet shuffled nervously on the cold floor.

The Model turned, eyes gleaming as she toyed with the straps of her corset. “That makes one correct again. Perhaps the two of you are trying to **** me out of my clothes. I wonder… who dares try for the second strike?”

Her gaze flicked between Mia and Lena, daring either to step forward.

The Model’s sly smile curled as she leaned down, lips grazing Lena’s ear.

“Go on, my obedient one… wager again. Let’s see if you’re as clever as you pretend.”

Lena’s heart hammered. The belts had been her ace the one symbol she trusted. But here, in this stretch of the hall, no more belts, no more sure things. Her eyes darted across carved symbols: a swirl she couldn’t read, a half-worn engraving, a wardrobe standing ominously shut as though daring her to try.

The Model’s fingers slid across Lena’s bare hip where her leggings had once been, reminding her how exposed she already was. “Hurry,” the Model teased. “Or I’ll have to take something from you just for stalling…”

Mia watched, tense but silent, her wolf ears twitching with every word.

Lena swallowed, panic setting in. She could feel the trap closing, but disobedience wasn’t an option. Her hand shot out almost blindly, landing on a wardrobe door. Her voice trembled as she declared:

“I… I wager my camisole. And I say there are camisoles in here.”

The Model arched a brow, savouring the risk in Lena’s choice, her laugh echoing softly in the hall.

“Oh, my sweet obedient one… let’s see if your panic serves you well…”

Clothing Status

Lena: Pale pink bra, White camisole, thin black belt, Ankle boots, Bottomless

Mia: Black sports bra, Black tank top, Wolf ears headband, Bottomless, Barefoot

Model: Black satin blouse (sheer sleeves), Tight corset, Bottomless, Barefoot

Basket:

Model’s: silk panties, High-waisted pencil skirt

Mia: Grey fitted hoodie, High-waisted navy shorts, Sheer black tights, Black panties, Sneakers

Lena's: Pink cropped sweater, Dark denim mini skirt, Black sheer leggings, Pale pink panties