Dressed in a skin tight leather leotard, thigh high boots, and driving gloves, I am a leather fetishist's wet dream come true. And not so coincidentally, my willing victim just so happens to be a hopeless leather fetishist, so today's torments should be all the more exciting for him.

Gazing upon my leather clad body should be quite thrilling to this slave, in spite of the painful punishment to come. Oh how I do love beating a boy who can maintain his erection throughout his punishment. It shows a level of commitment and devotion that truly thrills me. The look, feel and smell of my...

Dressed in a skin tight leather leotard, thigh high boots, and driving gloves, I am a leather fetishist's wet dream come true. And not so coincidentally, my willing victim just so happens to be a hopeless leather fetishist, so today's torments should be all the more exciting for him.

Gazing upon my leather clad body should be quite thrilling to this slave, in spite of the painful punishment to come. Oh how I do love beating a boy who can maintain his erection throughout his punishment. It shows a level of commitment and devotion that truly thrills me. The look, feel and smell of my leather driving gloves as they smash his pathetic face should be nothing less than, not to mention extremely painful. But it will all be worth it for him.

Slap after painful slap, I rattle his teeth and his insipid brain. Harder and harder I slap, right hand, left hand, forehand and of course my favorite, bitch slap backhand. His face turns beet red as I sting his cheeks with my harsh smacks.

For a little added sting, I spit in his face, sending my warm, salty saliva down his already burning cheeks. But throughout it all, he is transfixed on my leather clad body. What a delicious example of the pleasure/pain principle.