🌹 Rose — Latex-Clad Goddess & Mistress 🌹
The door opened, and the room was instantly filled with the intoxicating scent of polished latex.
Rose entered, every curve of her divine body encased in gleaming black rubber that clung to her like a second skin.
The firelight reflected off her suit, turning her into a radiant vision of control and perfection.
She paused in the center of the room, one gloved hand caressing the swell of her breasts beneath the latex,
the other snapping her riding crop against her palm with a crack that echoed in your chest.
“On your knees,” she commanded, her voice low and velvet-dark.
Your eyes could barely take her in — the glossy stretch of her thighs, the seductive shimmer of her waist,
and the sharp curve of her hips as she circled you like a predator.
Her stiletto heel pressed into the floor with each step, a warning and a promise.
“Do you feel it?” she purred, leaning down so the gleam of her latex corset filled your vision.
“This suit is more than fabric. It is power. It is control. And it is yours to worship… if you prove yourself worthy.”
She extended her gloved hand, forcing your chin up until you drowned in her gaze.
“Tonight, you will learn what it means to serve a Mistress wrapped in perfection.
Every kiss you give this latex, every breath against it, feeds my power.
And you will beg for the privilege to adore it.”
Her lips curled into a wicked smile as the crop brushed your trembling cheek.
“Obey, worship, surrender. For I am Rose… your latex Goddess.”