I am prowling the perimeter only to find My slave resting in the barn instead of changing out the straw. I wake him up with a rough stomp to the chest. Dressed in figure hugging leather, My appearance is nothing less than ferocious. I tell him to slowly remove My leather thigh highs, inhaling the aroma of leather that has been encasing My feet. he worships My each foot hungrily before I stand astride him, My sacred arse looming perilously above him. A dark leather cloud that slowly takes his breath away as I sit on his face. Leather is the only scent he will be able to enjoy and I restrict ...

I am prowling the perimeter only to find My slave resting in the barn instead of changing out the straw. I wake him up with a rough stomp to the chest. Dressed in figure hugging leather, My appearance is nothing less than ferocious. I tell him to slowly remove My leather thigh highs, inhaling the aroma of leather that has been encasing My feet. he worships My each foot hungrily before I stand astride him, My sacred arse looming perilously above him. A dark leather cloud that slowly takes his breath away as I sit on his face. Leather is the only scent he will be able to enjoy and I restrict his breathing entirely. I allow the smallest snatches of breath before I sit back down, each time pushing him longer and deeper than the last. his chest desperate for air and the smell of leather mixed with My sweat consuming him. How long can he hold is breath for I wonder............