The pleasure/pain escalates for my helpless slave as I taunt, tease, mezzmerize and slap him senseless with my exotic, opera length leather gloves. As a hopeless leather fetishist, he desperately craves the touch and heady aroma of my leather. But my hard, stinging slaps are a heavy price to pay for the privilege.

I turn his face beet red with my stinging slaps as he grows more and more aroused and submissive at the same time. When I have grown bored with this game of cat and mouse, I have him kiss and worship my long, soft calfskin gloves. It’s so humiliating to make him worship t...

The pleasure/pain escalates for my helpless slave as I taunt, tease, mezzmerize and slap him senseless with my exotic, opera length leather gloves. As a hopeless leather fetishist, he desperately craves the touch and heady aroma of my leather. But my hard, stinging slaps are a heavy price to pay for the privilege.

I turn his face beet red with my stinging slaps as he grows more and more aroused and submissive at the same time. When I have grown bored with this game of cat and mouse, I have him kiss and worship my long, soft calfskin gloves. It’s so humiliating to make him worship the very gloves that brought him such excruciating pain just moments earlier.

But he is utterly helpless to resist as I rub my leather clad forearm against his mouth and nostrils, the smell of my leather filling the room. For the coup de gras, I shove my fingers down his throat and make him gag on my delicious leather.