Your Leather Addiction

I can see you glancing down now. The bulge in your pants and darting gaze shows your addiction to staring. Your mouth is watering for the taste, the wedged shine is glinting off your eye, and your nose is twitching at the smell. As much as you try and fight it, I can see you drooling over my leather boots. They're well worn and smell, but they fit like a glove. After having worn them out so many times, My leather boots are quite dirty and in need of a good cleaning. Your tongue would make the perfect wash cloth. Even My camel toe in these shiny wet look booty shorts has you reeling. Get down on your knees in the position to serve My boots best. Look up at My camel toe as your self control and autonomy slips away. Your cock craves My leather, My shiny camel toe. The long, wet look leather gloves on My arms, and the high heeled, strappy leather boots on My feet have you weak and erect. Try and restrain your cock in the presence of My leather and shiny booty shorts. Stick out your tongue and clean until the leather has your tongue rubbed raw. Your addiction has given you purpose in life: to serve My leather. Kiss My boots. Serve My leather. Supplicate yourself at My feet and feed your addiction to My leather.