In Slippery Black, I'm at My best.
Being My submissive rubberman, or My liberally interpreted Anthropomorph, or My furry, or My waifu-in-female-shape, or My waifu-in-male-shape, or My slave, or My human sex doll, or My human fuck pillow, or My Good Girl, or My unindicted co-conspirator, or My fellow Deity, or My black leather-clad femme fatale, is better than being My boyfriend, My girlfriend, My wife. Seriously.
If you're getting me in smooth, glossy black, and you're listening to My heavy breathing and the whispered words You Belong To Me amplified through My gas mask, you're getting the apex of me. The very best. In the bedroom, or dungeon, or interrogation chamber, with both of us dressed in clinging rubber and Me stretching out your sweet pussy or gripping anus, I'll never give you THE LOOK for leaving my car's driver's seat up against the steering wheel. I'll never ask you why you blew $600 on a pair of Louboutins. I'll never have a dark cloud over my head because the next-door neighbour gave you the look that says I want to raw-dog you. (FYI, he does. And before you start feeling unduly flattered at that: 1] He's not a Kink. Nowhere near. 2] He has a reputation for falling asleep post-coitus. 3] He'll never flog you, tie you in tight Shibari, or penetrate you three different ways for 48 hours straight. He doesn't know how.)
What you get from me, when I'm in smooth, glossy black, is 100% pure sex, and nights without end. What more could any human being want?
