I psychologically condition all of my slaves to need and want my leather. Because once thoroughly trained, I find my leather fetishists to be among the most vulnerable and needy, and as such the easiest to completely control and dominate.

Dressed in leather from head to toe, I train a new subject how to properly make love to my crotch high leather boots. Through this intense, lustful ritual, I will begin the process of transferring all of his sexual energy and desire to my leather. My leather is an extension of myself, and as such, he is worshipping me. This is close as he will eve...

I psychologically condition all of my slaves to need and want my leather. Because once thoroughly trained, I find my leather fetishists to be among the most vulnerable and needy, and as such the easiest to completely control and dominate.

Dressed in leather from head to toe, I train a new subject how to properly make love to my crotch high leather boots. Through this intense, lustful ritual, I will begin the process of transferring all of his sexual energy and desire to my leather. My leather is an extension of myself, and as such, he is worshipping me. This is close as he will ever come, and so his desire becomes that much greater.

I direct his attention and eager tongue up and down my boot, an occasional caress from my leather gloved hand rewards him for good behavior, or a sharp slap with that same hand serves to reinforce my position of authority. I sit comfortably in my throne and enjoy a cigarette, blowing my second hand smoke into his face and lungs. He is so maleable at this point, I think I'll put it out on his tongue and make him swallow it whole. HA!

I make sure to alternate between pleasure and pain, to twist and bend his psyche to my whims. His cock grows with excitement as he can no longer control his desire for the aroma and taste of my divine leather. And so his mind control and life of slavery begins.