My leather glove obsessed slave is desperate to worship my beautiful supple opera-length leather gloves, but this honour comes at a price. He must endure merciless slaps across his face until his cheeks display a radiating red glow and are covered in my divine spit. Once I believe he has felt the sting of my gloved hand enough, I allow him to breathe in the gorgeous scent of my leather and suck, lick and sniff them until I deem he had enough.