My leather slut lives for the opportunity to be on his knees before me, while I am dressed in my finest, ultra soft leather skirt, shirt, boots, gloves, etc. I control his every movementinstructing himteasing himseducing himand of course denying him, as I have him brush his tongue over my fine leather thigh high stiletto boots.

Oh what a thrill for him, to taste and smell my leather. For a slave such as he, this is the ultimate form of surrender and reward. It is moments such as these, that keep him transfixed in his proper place of servitude, and coming back again and again ... Show more