My live-in chattel is addicted to leather, just as I am. I am a leather Goddess; he is My leather worshiper. he crawls to My feet, eyes down, and stops in waiting position until I give him permission to look at Me. It is an immense privilege for him to be allowed to touch and worship My leather-clad body. I love to see My chattel stunned by his total admiration of Me. I get aroused by the sounds of leather on leather and by the leather kisses My short Liebe Seele whip makes when striking his naked flesh. Leather is My pleasure, and My boy exists for My pleasure as well. My divine body engul... Show more