You’ve been so good, so obedient in your chastity, denying your desires for what feels like an eternity. But when I step out in a dress that’s pure vinyl bliss – every curve I own encased in a material so slick, so sensual, it should be a crime. Watching me strut in this second-skin garment, your resolve begins to crumble. Your cage feels tighter than ever, and with each teasing sway of my hips, you’re reminded of your helplessness. Can you resist the allure of my vinyl dominance, or will I make you forget you ever wanted to be locked up to begin with?
