Here I am, slave. Eat your heart out. Black bodysuit, floral tights, satin elbow-length gloves ... I'm a vision, and he can't get at Me all covered up like this. I'm here with the express purpose of sending him into a tactile tailspin as he strains and suffers for air and for freedom and for Me.

My body covers him and clears his mind. Sitting reverse, toying with him, facing forward with my weight on his chest, running my gloved fingers all over his body until they find a final resting place -- over his nose as mouth as he gazes into My eyes and realizes there's no one else in the ... Show more