

Let Me tell you about the time a very lucky slave worshipped My sexy body in latex...
As I slipped into My latex catsuit, I felt a surge of power and control. Every movement was amplified, each curve of My body accentuated....
He was knelt before Me, his eyes filled with adoration and desire. His submission was palpable, a gift I cherished and molded to My will. I instructed him to reach out and feel My latex clad legs and ass, feeling the electricity between us.
I leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Tonight you will worship Me." He nodded, eager to please. I commanded him to start at My feet, kissing My legs, work up to shine My beautiful ass. As he was worshipping My body with kisses I felt consumed by a sense of empowerment. This was My domain, and he was My slave to command.
I reveled in his worship, each touch, each kiss, fueling My dominance. In that moment I was the Queen of his world and he was My loyal subject, united in a blissful harmony of submission and adoration.
Tip this post if you wish you were this lucky slave!