Black Vinyl Catsuit, PVC & Leather Catsuits

I had a black vinyl Catsuit once.  Or rather… the black vinyl Catsuit had me.  And I adored it.  I loved wearing it and the way it felt on me.  Skin tight, shiny black vinyl stretched across my lean, toned, angry body.  Sleek and sexy, I felt like a wicked feline…in the dead of night…stalking her prey.  That hunk at the fancy dress party, never knew what hit him when I came on the scene and tipped over his bowl of milk.  Pounced on him like a naughty kitty I did.
 
Once I donned this erotic black vinyl Catsuit, I would become possessed.  I could enjoy the freedom of being whoever I wanted to be – but that meant I was no longer accountable for my actions.  Prove it…it wasn’t me!  I don’t know what happened to the little mousey man…I never touched him!! 
 
Ok, so it’s not a black leather Catsuit.  How about PVC? Or if you like, let’s call it a faux leather Catsuit.  Does that work for you?  Does that make it all sound much more exotic and powerful?   Tonight I am Emma Peel – martial arts mistress of mystery and espionage.  Fear not, Mr Steed… you are in safe hands once I save the day with my high kicks and clever womanly-wise tricks.
 
My black vinyl Catsuit sends me off to the next big job.  To steal vital blueprints hidden at a maximum security Government agency.  I must infiltrate the building… mysterious and nimble, I zigzag to dodge laser beams and throw dumbfounded guards off their game.  With cat-like stealth I reach the perimeter and shimmy over the wall to victory.  And all whilst wearing my dangerously high heels and ample cleavage on display….ahhh yes, a true top secret agent!
 
This black vinyl Catsuit takes no prisoners!  There are no choices – I am no longer in control.  I am only one stud-covered collar away from lunging into a darker place.  A world of fetish wear, of whips, and ultimately… Dominatrix.  But no need to go there tonight. I am back at the party, patting my new toy, this terrified man, with my paw.  But he stays where he is I note.  Unnerved, yet increasingly aroused by my antics, he doesn’t want to miss out. 
 
My Catsuit and I are on him now, straddling the wounded animal with evil intent.  He stops fighting me and his body relaxes as I lick his face.  It matures into a long sensual kiss and then we go to the end where we are both content.  It’s not this pussy cat’s fault, blame the PVC - this Purrr-fect Vinyl Catsuit.… meeeeeeow.