As a true Dominant Sadist and devout leather fetishist, I am well aware of the power My leathers have over my minions. It is a deeply rooted primal addiction for most of them, and I love to methodically and systematically condition my pets to desperately need this, which only I can provide to them.

I will introduce this new pet into my world of leather lust slowly. Instead of overwhelming him by dressing in leather from from head to toe, I choose to wear an elegant, velvet Asian styled dress, and accentuate it with a leather corset, gloves, and my favorite thigh high boots. Just en...

As a true Dominant Sadist and devout leather fetishist, I am well aware of the power My leathers have over my minions. It is a deeply rooted primal addiction for most of them, and I love to methodically and systematically condition my pets to desperately need this, which only I can provide to them.

I will introduce this new pet into my world of leather lust slowly. Instead of overwhelming him by dressing in leather from from head to toe, I choose to wear an elegant, velvet Asian styled dress, and accentuate it with a leather corset, gloves, and my favorite thigh high boots. Just enough leather to set the wheels in motion.

I make him fondle my leather boots...smell my leather gloves, while I hold him firmly in place by collar and leash I have affixed to his neck. If his movements displease me, a sharp stinging slap to his face with my leather clad hand quickly puts him in his place. Having felt the sting of my leather slap, I instruct him to smell the aroma of my leather as I softly caress his cheeks, seductively stroking his face with my gloves. I instruct him to kiss my gloves passionately, and he quickly complies.

Next I order him to begin worshipping my magnificent thigh high leather boots. It is vitally important that he learn from the very beginning, that his place is always beneath me. Boot Domination and worship serves to reinforce this level of training, as well as the leather addiction process. Holding him tightly by his leash, I lead his face and open tongue up and down the length of my boots again and again, as the heady scent of my leather fills his nostrils, the taste of my leather lingering in the back of his throat.

When I send him home this evening, he will dream of this moment. He will think about this for days, desperately craving the next time I will allow him the privilege of worshipping my leather. In little time, I will have this pet completely wrapped around my leather clad finger, and well on his way to a new life of servitude and devotion.