my pet Peach

"Third command," Roxy announced, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You are my pet Peach. Put this on."

Alexia’s eyes widened as Roxy produced a black leather leash and collar set, the hardware glinting in the stage lights. The crowd gasped and chattered excitedly, their phones’ flashbulbs popping as they captured the provocative image of the dominant Bowsette and submissive Princess Peach.

Alexia's fingers trembled slightly as she reached out to take the offered leash and collar. The black leather was smooth and cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the delicate lace of her lingerie. With a deep breath, she slipped it over her head, the collar settling snugly around her throat. The buckle clinked as Roxy fastened it, the sound echoing in the charged silence of the room.

Roxy’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped closer, the heat of her body radiating through the leather. With a slow, deliberate motion, she hooked her clawed finger under the collar, tugging gently.

“Good girl,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. The crowd’s murmurs rose in volume, their excitement palpable in the charged air.