You have a weakness for leather. It takes you over, makes you weak. I know this and am going to use this knowledge in order to make you submit to me. I begin by showing off my leathers - my supple, black leather jacket, my tight leather skirt, and of course, my Italian stiletto boots. The scent of them drives you wild. The feel of of them drains your willpower and the taste breaks your weak little mind. Before you know it, you're on your knees begging to be my slave.