Lena grip By her Belt!

Lena’s chest heaved, the air still hot in her lungs from her dash. Her victory at the bra chest meant nothing now because the Model’s hand gripped her belt, tugging her to a halt like a caught animal.

“Ohhh no, my obedient one,” the Model purred, leaning close so Lena could feel her warm breath against her ear. “You dropped that bra before you even opened the chest. A wager only counts if it’s given at the moment of truth. You still owe me.”

Lena’s lips parted in protest, but her body betrayed her: she stilled, trembling, waiting for the judgement.

The Model gestured languidly at the wardrobe beside them, her bare toes curling against the polished floor. “Wager. Now. Those sweet little ankle boots of yours… let’s see if they save you.”

Lena hesitated only a second before whispering:

“I wager… my boots. This wardrobe holds boots.”

She pulled the door wide only to find rows of folded coats.

The Model laughed, delighted, and immediately crouched to her knees in front of Lena. One by one, she unzipped Lena’s ankle boots, tugging them off with a slow, taunting flourish. She dropped each into the basket, the sound of leather against fabric echoing like a victory bell.

Lena stood barefoot now, the cold floor biting against her soles, her last shred of clothing nothing more than the thin belt around her waist. The Model rose, eyes gleaming with triumph.

“You see?” she murmured, circling Lena slowly. “Even the obedient one ends up bare at my feet.”

She gave the belt a sharp tug, making Lena stumble forward into her. Behind them, Mia could only watch, naked but for her wolf ears, biting her lip as the pressure mounted.

The Model’s voice was already forming the delicious command: “Be a good girl, Lena, and hand me that last belt…” when Mia’s playful cry cut through.

“Did you forget about me?”

The Model turned in time to see Mia bending low, her bare ass swaying, one playful slap echoing across the hall. The taunt was irresistible.

“Ohhh, bold little wolf,” the Model purred, her hunger ignited anew. She lunged, barefoot steps quick and sharp, but Mia was already gone—dashing toward a far chest, hair flying, her headband glinting under the lights.

Mia slammed her palm on the chest and declared breathlessly:

“I wager my wolf ears there are headband in here!”

The Model slowed her pursuit, eyes narrowing, savouring the risk. Each second of attention she gave Mia bought Lena precious time.

Because Lena, obedient yet clever, had already slipped into motion. She darted between wardrobes, scanning each panel, each carved mark, heart racing. And then there. Half-hidden in shadow, almost lost among the carvings—one final chest, its symbol unmistakable: the mark of a belt.

Her pulse hammered. This was it.

The Model hadn’t noticed yet. She was still prowling toward Mia, tongue sharp with teases about reckless wagers and naked tricks.

Lena pressed her hand against the chest’s cool wood. All she had left, all her pride and humiliation, hung around her waist. The belt.

Would she dare make the wager her last defence while the Model’s back was turned?

Lena’s mind raced. She had seen two belt chests already the third, this one under her palm, had to be the last. Still, doubt gnawed at her: Was it truly the final one, or just another trick of her **** memory?

Meanwhile, Mia’s chest rose and fell with sharp breaths, her body still glistening from her dash. She bent low across the unopened chest, her bare ass thrust out in a deliberate show.

“Well, well,” the Model purred, circling her prey. “You think you can distract me with that sweet body, little wolf?”

Mia giggled nervously but didn’t open the chest. She lingered, her palm pressed to the wood, stalling for every second Lena needed.

The Model cocked her head. “There are no ears in there… and yet you hesitate. Naughty girl.”

Before Mia could move, the Model’s hand shot out fingers curling into the dark headband atop Mia’s hair. With a slow, merciless tug, she lifted it away.

The Wolf Ears were dropped into the basket.

“There,” the Model teased, letting her bare fingers trail across Mia’s hair and cheek. “Stripped of your last defence. Was this your silly little plan? To bait me while your obedient friend slinks away?”

Mia gasped, body trembling under the Model’s touch, but she said nothing her wide eyes darting toward Lena, who still clung to the final belt chest, her heart hammering in her ribs.

The Model turned, curiosity flickering, sensing the tension in the air.

And Lena… frozen, one last decision before her: reveal the belt chest and stake it all, or stay hidden and risk the Model’s gaze falling full upon her.

Clothing Status

Lena: thin black belt, Very close to be fully Naked

Mia: Completely Naked

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, Black tank top, Black sports bra, Wolf ears headband

Lena's: Pink cropped sweater, Dark denim mini skirt, Black sheer leggings, Pale pink panties, White camisole , Pale pink bra, Ankle boots