You look so nervous standing in front of me while I trace my fingers over my glossy latex dress. I can feel your hesitation, but I’m in control now. When you try to back away, I catch your collar and clip on a delicate chain, pulling you right back where you belong. You’re going to stroke for me, nice and slow, while I watch every desperate twitch. I tease you with the promise of my touch if you can be a good boy and release for me. I count you down, my voice dripping with authority, and the moment you let go I laugh and call you pathetic. Then I make you clean up your sticky mess from my shiny dress with your tongue, reminding you exactly who owns you.
Caught and Controlled: Latex Domme Edging
You look so nervous standing in front of me while I trace my fingers over my glossy latex dress. I can feel your hesitation, but I’m in control now. When you try to back away, I catch your collar and clip on a delicate chain, pulling you right back where you belong. You’re going to stroke for me,...
You look so nervous standing in front of me while I trace my fingers over my glossy latex dress. I can feel your hesitation, but I’m in control now. When you try to back away, I catch your collar and clip on a delicate chain, pulling you right back where you belong. You’re going to stroke for me, nice and slow, while I watch every desperate twitch. I tease you with the promise of my touch if you can be a good boy and release for me. I count you down, my voice dripping with authority, and the moment you let go I laugh and call you pathetic. Then I make you clean up your sticky mess from my shiny dress with your tongue, reminding you exactly who owns you.
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