Femdom Rubber Catsuit Sweat Worship

As the evening unfolds, the heat still rises, and my body responds with the heaviest sheen of perspiration that glistens on my flawless skin. The rubber catsuit, gloves and corset hugs me like a second skin, trapping every drop of my precious sweat. With each deliberate move, I peel away the layers of my rubber armour, revealing more of my divine form. First, I slowly remove my rubber gloves, the latex slick with the evidence of my exertion and full to the brim of the salty sweat I've collected over the day, running down my rubber-encased arm and filling my glove, on top of the sweat that has also accumulated from My manicured hands. You are mesmerized and I allow you to approach, to kneel before me, as I admire the beads of sweat that have gathered in the crevices and atop of the rubbery sheen of my suit. The gloves are removed slowly before you and the sweat pours relentlessly onto the floor, your tongue darts out, eager to taste the salty essence of your Mistress.