Meet glove boy. He’s stuck in his fetish, in my dungeon, and I know just the trick. Layers and layers of silky, shiny, perfect gloves. Zora and I layer our hands with them, and with each pair removed, his condition worsens—he’s addicted. In between layers, we test each pair’s silk levels on his most sensitive part, until he’s dripping with desire. And now we have a lot of laundry to do, so worth it!

Meet glove boy. He’s stuck in his fetish, in my dungeon, and I know just the trick. Layers and layers of silky, shiny, perfect gloves. Zora and I layer our hands with them, and with each pair removed, his condition worsens—he’s addicted. In between layers, we test each pair’s silk levels on his most sensitive part, until he’s dripping with desire. And now we have a lot of laundry to do, so worth it!