You kneel before me, as I sit in my latex dress and my expensive heels, but I know you can’t take your eyes off of the fur I wear around my neck. I explain the power it gives me over you, how weak it makes you, and stand to tower above you. You’ll do anything to worship me in fur. I take the fur off and run my hand along it, describing just what it would feel like against your skin, before replacing it with a full fur, and jangle the chastity keys that I could use to lock you up when I slip it on. I describe all of the things I could make you do for my fur, how you want to buy more fur to ...

You kneel before me, as I sit in my latex dress and my expensive heels, but I know you can’t take your eyes off of the fur I wear around my neck. I explain the power it gives me over you, how weak it makes you, and stand to tower above you. You’ll do anything to worship me in fur. I take the fur off and run my hand along it, describing just what it would feel like against your skin, before replacing it with a full fur, and jangle the chastity keys that I could use to lock you up when I slip it on. I describe all of the things I could make you do for my fur, how you want to buy more fur to make you weaker. I swap for the final coat, running my hands along it, along my body, tormenting you with the thing that makes you so weak.

Now, show me just how weak you are...