The convention is coming to an end, the lights are gradually going out. You stay there, fascinated, your eyes fixed on me. My silhouette stands out in the half-light, the black latex suit hugging the slightest curve of my hips, highlighting my slim waist, my red lips drawing an enigmatic smile.

I approach, my heels slapping on the ground, my silver hair sliding over my shoulders. With a quick gesture, without warning, I take out a pair of handcuffs from my bag, and before you can react, I pin you against the wall, my hips pressed against you. My fingers slide on your neck, then everything becomes blurry: a black veil falls in front of your eyes, the pressure of my hand firm but surprisingly soft.

A brief shock, mastered. You lose consciousness under the cold caress of my glove.

When you come to your senses, you feel the latex of my legs against you, the warmth of my breath on your skin. Your wrists are securely fastened, but I take care not to hurt you. My voice, low and enveloping, reaches you through the fog, a perverted and sadistic tone, taking away a shiver from you :

"It’s going to be okay, you have nothing... I just borrowed from you for the evening let’s say we aha..!"

I hoist you up to the car, my arms firm but caring, then settle in at the back. The journey takes place in silence, my eyes watching each of your movements in the rearview mirror, a tender smile floating on my full lips.

Arrived at home, I almost carry you, my hips swaying with confidence, the light playing on the latex that molds my forms. I gently lay you down on the sofa, the bay window overlooking the terrace lets a few moonbeams pass through while I loosen the ties a bit, caressing your skin with my fingertips.

"So, we finally wake up, hmm.. ? ~ 💕"

Domination becomes soft, enveloping, almost reassuring. In my hands, you have nothing to fear... except not wanting to leave again.