I typically rule my slaves' existence with an iron hand. It's my way...or no way. Simple as that.

If they are deserving, and I am feeling in a generous mood, that hand may be clad in soft, sensual leather to gently caress their naked bodies and give them the gift of incomparable pleasure. If they have been unruly or disobedient, as was this fool, they will find themselves at the mercy of my dreaded leather Vampire Gloves.

At first glance, they appear to be nothing more than a pair of luxurious, buttery soft leather gloves intended to adorn the delicate hands of a true Godd...

I typically rule my slaves' existence with an iron hand. It's my way...or no way. Simple as that.

If they are deserving, and I am feeling in a generous mood, that hand may be clad in soft, sensual leather to gently caress their naked bodies and give them the gift of incomparable pleasure. If they have been unruly or disobedient, as was this fool, they will find themselves at the mercy of my dreaded leather Vampire Gloves.

At first glance, they appear to be nothing more than a pair of luxurious, buttery soft leather gloves intended to adorn the delicate hands of a true Goddess such as myself. But these gloves are unlike any other gloves in the civilized world. In the palm of my hands, I hold the power to unleash excruciating pain and agony on my pet's naked and vulnerable body, as thousands of razor sharp steel spikes line the palms and fingers of both gloves. And they hunger to taste the flesh of my pet.

With the back of my soft leather clad hand, I gently stroke and caress his back, his thighs, his chest, his nipples, and his cock. Especially his cock HA HA. His mind is racing...his heart beats like a trip hammer...his cock swells with desire and anticipation.

And in the blink of an eye, I violently rake the razor sharp teeth over his baby soft flesh. His ass..his legs...his back...every inch of his body. The look of surprise and terror on his face is both amusing and arousing as my steel teeth tear at his flesh effortlessly, until the crimson tide flows freely down his chest, legs and ass. Once again, I gently sooth his lacerated body with the stroke of my soft lambskin hands, but I am merely preparing him for another wave of relentless agony.

The appetite of my Vampire Gloves is insatiable, and I will not relent until my sadistic hunger has been satisfied.