One for the album 2

Still musing about ways to improve how i look in sessions, ie by reducing what you can see of me to smallest amount possible.

So for the other season - Summer time - i was thinking more about second skins to cover what will be, by then , pale flesh with unseemly hair. I well remember my second session with Miss, a latex suit based session where she promised to make me look beautiful (and polished the latex too) and take me to the moon. She did both so perhaps that's the way to go in the hot months? Covered in a more or less complete latex suit, slippery within (due to natural and unnatural lubricants) and with the barest possible extrusions of sensitive flesh. Drawn out through openings that are but barely sufficient, to swell and throb obscenely and excruciatingly, tenderised and needy, blood engorged and hyper sensitive.

Or another thought, a second skin of pale neoprene, the classic all over body suit - head to toe in occluding breathable fabric. Reduced to a doll with legs slipping into thigh high kinky boots, laced and tightened so that i totter about leaning on Her for support, desperate always to be sat on a comfy chair or tossed onto a welcoming bed. Corsetted and bondage belted at the waist,  mittened hands clipped simply to my sides, so easily escaped with free fingers, but without them a helpless kitten. Hooded and collared and muzzle pad gagged, looking dimly through fabric darkness while She hovers over me taking snaps of the beautiful creature She has made. Before sidling up to me and leaning in close, to drag light fingers and nails across shiny slippery fabric, to listen to her manufactured slut whimper desperately,  trapped within layers but where the most vulnerable areas aren't covered enough, and what they have is worse than bare skin. Why should nails over fabric like that seem to feel somehow more electric and intense? Because the fabric allows them to slip better than flesh? I don't know but it always feels better for those kind of moments- makes it feel like there's electricity running through her fingers.

Like The Power.

And i do 😁


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