you are on your knees before your leather Goddess, begging for your fix! you crave it so much, you need it more than air. you are more than an admirer, you are My addict! Drawn to Me like a helpless moth to a flame. Over and over again. I am in My leather leggings, jacket and gloves applying My bright red glossy lipstick and you are already under My spell. I light My cigarette and allow you to watch and worship as I smoke, seducing you into being My ashtray. Take in My smoke, eat My ash, then lick up My sacred spit! It's heaven being a smoke slave for the Leather Goddess

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