I adore my leather fetishists. They are such loyal, devoted and desperately needy creatures. So eager and willing to do virtually anything I wish for the mere opportunity to view my perfection clad in luxurious, skin tight gleaming leather from head to toe.

And if one is not already a leather addict, I will surely become their dealer. Feeding them MY of choice...MY LEATHER! As it is most definitely in my best interest to physically and psychologically bind them to my leather.

These two leather addicts are helplessly bound side by side and at my disposal, ready to surrender...

I adore my leather fetishists. They are such loyal, devoted and desperately needy creatures. So eager and willing to do virtually anything I wish for the mere opportunity to view my perfection clad in luxurious, skin tight gleaming leather from head to toe.

And if one is not already a leather addict, I will surely become their dealer. Feeding them MY of choice...MY LEATHER! As it is most definitely in my best interest to physically and psychologically bind them to my leather.

These two leather addicts are helplessly bound side by side and at my disposal, ready to surrender to my sadistic whims for a momentary glimpse of my leather encased body. As such, I will unleash my true sadistic nature in all it's glory, and reign down a perfect storm of genital torment on this helpless duo. First a leather crop, to poke, slap and sting their testicles, just to get their attention.

Next, I relentlessly pinch, claw, smack, twist and punch their cock and ballsacks until the air is filled with their futile pleas for mercy. But rest assured there will be no mercy and the pummeling will continue until I choose otherwise. Isn't all this agony a small price to pay to view me in my leathers, my pets?