leash with the pink lace panties

As Alexia crawled on her hand and knees across the convention floor, her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the stares of the crowd burning into her skin, the heat of their gazes making her cheeks flush even hotter. Every tug of the leash sent fresh waves of humiliation washing over her, the pink lace stretching dangerously lower with each pull.

Roxy's eyes glittered with sadistic delight as she watched Alexia's pale cheeks redden, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she crawled.

"Look at you, Princess," Roxy taunted, her voice a honeyed purr. "So eager to serve your new mistress. But I bet you're not nearly as obedient as you look."

Alexia's face burned with shame as she crawled forward, her heart pounding in her chest. The leash tugged again, harder this time, and Alexia's pink lace panties slid down her thighs, falling to her knees with a soft rustle.

The crowd gasped as they caught sight of Alexia's bare pussy, the blonde curls shaved neatly into submission. Alexia's cheeks flushed even hotter, her body trembling with humiliation as she felt the cool air brush against her most intimate places.

She continued to crawl forward on her hands and knees, the pink lace panties now bunched around her knees. Roxy's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as she watched Alexia's pale cheeks redden, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she crawled.

"Ah ah, not so fast, Princess," Roxy purred, her voice dripping with malice. She leaned down, her breath hot against Alexia's ear. "I think it's time for you to get out of those panties. On your feet."

Alexia's heart raced as she slowly stood up, the pink lace panties slipping down her thighs. She kicked them off, stepping out of them completely. The cool convention floor pressed against her stockings as she stood before Roxy, her body trembling with humiliation.

Alexia’s breath hitched as she straightened, the cold air of the convention center prickling against her exposed skin. The pink lace bra clung to her chest, the delicate fabric doing little to shield her from the hungry gazes of the crowd. Below, the garter belt bit into her hips, the white stockings taut against her thighs—but between them, there was nothing. No modesty, no dignity. Just the smooth, shaved bareness of her pussy and the faintest flush of humiliation creeping down her inner thighs.

Roxy smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she lifted the leash with the pink lace panties on and walked over to Alexia. She held them up for all to see, the fabric glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights. "Look at what you've become, Princess," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "A pathetic little servant, bare and exposed for all to see."