Wrapped tight in his shiny red spandex cocoon, My chattel is completely immobilised, helpless to resist. he can't see Me, but he feels Me and that’s enough. My full-body silver spandex outfit clings to My curves like a second skin, every movement against his mummified form becomes a sensual torment. Spandex on spandex, heat against heat, desire against frustration. My crotch presses slowly, firmly against his bound face, grinding into him, letting him inhale the scent of aroused Dominance, without offering even the illusion of control. I know exactly what he feels inside that slick red prison, a throbbing, useless hard-on desperate for attention. But this isn’t about his pleasure. It never is. I slide My pantyhose-clad legs up his sides, I straddle his face, I own every breath he takes. And all he can do is take it. This is pure Femdom spandex domination, where your pleasure means nothing, and Mine means everything. Just the way I like it. Can you handle this tease?
