You’re so weak for my latex, aren't you? So shiny, so sexy. A woman in latex makes you want to drop to your knees to worship, doesn't it? To worship the way my latex thong and latex bra shines and slips over my beautiful body, rendering you completely speechless. You crave to be just like me, transformed by my black veil of shiny ink. I will crawl into your bedroom at night, sit on your chest like a modern day succubus, encasing you in my latex web and transforming you completely. You won’t have to think when I transform you, becoming nothing but mine. There is nothing better than being mine. Just stroke and let it all go, any attachments to self, to your life - stroke it away. This is what you're born to do, to become nothing for a powerful woman, to feel my latex **** away any attachments you had to who you were. Do you like the way my story sounds? You want to become nothing for me, tell me you want to become nothing for me. No one would recognize you as I slipped a hood over your face, taking away your identity, your agency, your personhood. You are my latex drone, my latex bimbo with no thoughts other than the ones I put there, no thoughts besides how to please. Take a deep breath, feel my encasement coming over you, and thank me for your transformation.
