A Vinyl-Clad Bombshell Fits Derek’s Submissive Fantasies Like A Glove

“Look at her,” the bartender whispered to me.

I turned to face the doorway, and then my heart seemed to stop before snapping back into motion. The girl was dressed in head-to-toe vinyl. Occasionally, when people say someone is dressed in head-to-toe anything, it’s an exaggeration. You can trust me; I am not exaggerating. I sat at the bar and looked her up and down. She had on thigh-high vinyl boots, a vinyl miniskirt, a vinyl vest, and her shimmering hair was wrapped in what appeared to be vinyl ribbons.

But it was those gloves — those gorgeous fucking gloves — that did me in.

They were longer than elbow-length, like opera gloves, and they were made of vinyl. As soon as I saw them, I... Read More