FERRARI FETISH

I'm still intoxicated by this date!
But now once from the beginning.
I met with Mr. Unknown to a leather escort dinner date.

With my red lips, the loose hair and especially with my hot black leather outfit, I robbed the doctor's mind from the first second.

We drove quite comfortably with his Ferrari to the city.

I had reserved a table for us in my favorite Japanese restaurant.

In the restaurant, all eyes stuck on us, because not only my body was wrapped in leather, he also wore a leather outfit. Everyone had to know at the sight immediately, that something was going on.

So far so good. We talked and enjoyed a variety of delicacies. Until I told him, I have to go to the bathroom and he should accompany me. We walked towards the toilet and I gave him to understand, that he now has to drink my pee. Luckily, the men's toilet was free. There he got it for the very first time my precious sparkling pee. We went completely unnoticed. For the waiters and the other guests we were anything but kosher.

We went back to our table and dined to the end.

After the fabulous dinner we went to the parking garage on foot, in which the Ferrari stood. I had to pee again urgently and pressed his back on the hood of his car, then I raised my leather skirt and shot it straight into his mouth. After that I drove the Ferrari back to his apartment, of course, I took the opportunity and drove like a wild one on the highway. In the intoxication of speed, a Ferrari fetish developed with me. (Little info: When I graduated from high school, I really wanted to be a racing driver.) I forged a nasty plan for the rest of the evening.

Back in the apartment we changed from leather to latex and I gagged the doctor and equipped him with various toys. With a latex bag I heaved him into the passenger seat and drove with mega overknee plateau boots like a madman through Munich. That was the punishment for his endless chatter at dinner. He absolutely could not move. Through his latex mask, however, he could see everything.

I laughed loudly and made him clear, that he is absolutely tired of life, to deliver myself to such extent. My Ferrari fetish will still bring him to the grave, because I'm a full throttle junkie… Not only the horny sound of the Ferrari attracted everyone's attention, my victim wrapped in latex and I was the attraction par excellence. I flirted with the cute boys at every traffic light and they asked me, who that is next to me. Once I said, that's my naughty husband! :) Even the police stared at us like that, so that I thought, we will get controlled…

 

Dear Jane,

the meeting with you enriched my life in every way, especially as far as near-death experiences are concerned. Here is my text for your blog, the I forward simultaneously to the competent authorities:

During extremely hot fetish drive with Dominatrix Jane through Munich was clear after a short time, that my breathlessness was not primarily due to the rubber mask with breathing bag with reducing valve, my state of shock not to the latex bondage bag and bondage gloves, my gut irritation not on the anal hook and my failure erection not on the cock cage, BUT the driving style of Jane, who does not only look like a Justice League Amazon but drives as if she is fighting against the incarnate Steppenwolf. In addition to the 48,8 points, she has now in Flensburg, Moreover, I have as Prof. Dr. med. certify, Jane is definitely severely disrupted.

I write a prescription for multiple sessions Ferrari Escort: naked, in leather, in latex…

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