The leather you’re so obsessed with isn’t just clothing—it’s a symbol of power, my power, the power you’ll never possess. You’re pathetic, a useless gooner, dripping in your cage over the scent of my jacket and the creak of my harness as I move. That’s all it takes to break you, isn’t it? A little leather and a lot of dominance. You don’t even deserve to touch it. No, your only purpose is to worship it—tongue out, drooling like the desperate, cock-caged freak you are. You think I’m going to let you cum? Don’t make me laugh. You’ll edge and ache for me, lost in your little fantasies, but you...

The leather you’re so obsessed with isn’t just clothing—it’s a symbol of power, my power, the power you’ll never possess. You’re pathetic, a useless gooner, dripping in your cage over the scent of my jacket and the creak of my harness as I move. That’s all it takes to break you, isn’t it? A little leather and a lot of dominance. You don’t even deserve to touch it. No, your only purpose is to worship it—tongue out, drooling like the desperate, cock-caged freak you are. You think I’m going to let you cum? Don’t make me laugh. You’ll edge and ache for me, lost in your little fantasies, but you’ll never get relief. That’s not your role anymore. You’re not a man—you’re a slave to this leather, to my voice, to my control. And when I tell you to lick, to beg, to crawl? You’ll do it without question, because you know you’re nothing without me.