Roxy taking Alexia for a walk

"Look at them," Roxy purred, her claw tracing the racing pulse in Alexia's throat as she **** her to face the sea of phones recording every humiliating second. "They all want to see how thoroughly a princess obeys."

Roxy’s claw dug deeper into Alexia’s scalp, tilting her chin higher as the sea of flashing cameras reflected in her wide, glistening eyes. "Let’s give them a proper bow, servant," she cooed, her free hand sliding down the small of Alexia’s back to press firmly between her shoulder blades. The **** arch of her spine sent the ruffled edges of her bra biting into her skin, the lace scraping with every trembling breath.

Alexia’s body trembled as Roxy’s grip **** her into a deep, theatrical bow, her spine curving until her face hovered just above the stage floor. The crowd roared as Roxy’s free hand slipped between Alexia’s thighs, fingers hooking into the delicate lace of her panties with deliberate cruelty. A sharp click echoed—the leash’s clasp snapping shut at the center of the frilled fabric, the thin chain dangling like a taunt between Alexia’s legs.

"Much better," Roxy mused, giving the leash an experimental tug that made her pink lace panties pull down slightly.

Alexia’s breath hitched as the cold metal links of the leash brushed her inner thigh, the delicate chain swaying with every slight tremor of her body. Roxy’s smirk deepened as she wound the leash once around her gloved wrist, the leather creaking as she applied slow, deliberate pressure—just enough to make the lace bite into Alexia’s hips, the fabric stretching taut.

"Now, let's see how well you walk on a leash to your panties, Princess," Roxy murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she gave the chain a sharp, testing jerk. The lace strained against Alexia's hips, the delicate fabric digging into her skin as she stumbled forward on trembling legs. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the leash pulled taut, the pink panties stretching obscenely downward with each halting step Alexia took—revealing the barest shadow of flushed skin beneath.

Roxy's smirk widened as she adjusted her grip, winding the chain tighter around her spiked glove.

Roxy’s spiked boot tapped a slow, taunting rhythm against the convention as she let the leash slacken—just enough for Alexia to straighten slightly, the pink lace snapping back against her skin with a quiet snap. The crowd’s laughter prickled against her ears as Roxy leaned in, her breath hot against the shell of Alexia’s ear.

"Now, crawl," she whispered, punctuating the command with a sharp yank of the leash.

Alexia’s knees hit the convention with a muffled thud, the cold surface biting into her bare skin through the stockings.

Roxy took slow, deliberate steps backward, the leash chain jingling tauntingly with each movement. Alexia's breath came in shallow gasps as she crawled forward on trembling hands and knees, the rough convention floor scraping her stockinged knees. Every tug of the leash sent fresh waves of heat to her face as the pink lace stretched dangerously lower.

The crowd's whispers grew louder, their eyes fixed on the pink lace panties stretched taut between Alexia's thighs. Roxy smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she pulled the leash again, harder this time. Alexia's panties slid down another inch, revealing a sliver of shaved pussy.