Scent of Leather
I embrace my femme identity in black stockings, garters, waist cincher, and patent leather heels. I stand empowered on top of the world. I know myself. I know my body. I know you. I trust you. That makes it easier to hand over the key and submit to your tight binding ropes that shape and form me into a woman of desire and submission. You make room for my arousal to blossom with each toothy bite of rope, with each layer of soft luscious leather that enwraps my face. The air is filled with the scent of leather and my obedient and patient body awaits your next touch.
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