You thought you could play the alpha male, strutting around acting like you own the place. But I saw it honey... that flash of red satin above your jeans. Those little white hearts giving you away. I knew you were just a PANTYBOY in disguise. So I gave you a choice: come with me quietly… or let me tell the whole bar about your secret. You chose wisely. In the storage room, I tore through your lies, ripped open your shirt, and pulled your jeans down exposing your red satin panties, garter belt, and sheer stockings. You were hard. Soaking. And I made sure you felt every second of it. Teasing you, mocking you, calling you pantyboy as I rubbed your cock through the damp satin until you cummed like a SLUT, staining your pretty underwear. Then I left you there bare-assed, broken, and on full display to the entire place. This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Being seen. Known. Humiliated for loving lace, satin, and a woman’s control.
