You thought this was just going to be a fun session? Miscalculation. I lock you in a slow, delicious descent of adoration, frustration and total control. My latex body becomes your obsession. Every curve, every reflection, every gesture... everything you see crushes you. And you can do nothing but goon. Over and over again. But you never decide the rhythm. I hold you. I snap my fingers, and you stop. I snap again, and you resume. You're at my mercy, suspended by every snap, broken by every pause I impose, hungry by every second of prohibition. You beg me with your eyes, you drip with frustration, but you carry on. Because that's what I want. It's all you're good for. And in the end? You're nothing but a slick body, a wet cock, and a mind overwhelmed in denial. I own you. All of you.