You'll never get over your fetish for leather gloves. You know that, don't you? You'll be a leather addict for life. Unable to resist the temptation. The texture. The smell. You will always be weak for leather. You will always want to touch. You will always be enticed merely by the sight. The sound. We both share this love, this obsession with the material. Except leather makes you more vulnerable, and leather makes me all the more powerful. Same coin. Though I'm heads, and your tails. Both addicted, but you're the only one that is weak. You will always be controlled by this fetish, and I w...

You'll never get over your fetish for leather gloves. You know that, don't you? You'll be a leather addict for life. Unable to resist the temptation. The texture. The smell. You will always be weak for leather. You will always want to touch. You will always be enticed merely by the sight. The sound. We both share this love, this obsession with the material. Except leather makes you more vulnerable, and leather makes me all the more powerful. Same coin. Though I'm heads, and your tails. Both addicted, but you're the only one that is weak. You will always be controlled by this fetish, and I will gladly pull at your strings. Leather junkie. You want to feel my gloved hands on you, don't you? Touching your skin. Gracing your flesh. What you would give just to feel a finger glide. So entranced. My gloved hands winding you so tight. Don't you want to feel what it's like to be encased? Be my leather gimp. It's the only way you're every going to feel these gloves. You love it, don't you? Then experience it, truly. Become consumed. It get's so deeper. Bury your face in it. Be my leather gimp, leather lover. You won't be able to see or speak. You will only be able to feel. Be my leather gimp.