Leashed and helpless, I make you follow behind like the wedgie loser you are. I drop my pants, bend over, and give myself an over-the-head thong wedgie—tight, deep, and right in your face. You’re stuck watching from below while I show off every inch of my ass, knowing you’ll do exactly what I say. No escape, no control—just you, your leash, and the view. Follow the wedgie, loser!
