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 ... Show more