My leather Mistress

 

My leather mistress is not particularly attractive; she is a little plump, quite small, and she always pulled her slightly gray hair back into a tight ponytail.

Her mousy eyes are as narrow as lines, and she never wears makeup.

However, she has that special something that a leather dominatrix needs, so I immediately want to crawl on the ground in front of her.

I have a leather fetish because when I see a woman wearing it, and especially when I smell it, I instantly weaken and become completely submissive.

I'm going through a strange transformation without my leather mistress having to do anything but put on leather!

During my leather education, my leather dominatrix typically sports sexy leather boots, a leather suit, or occasionally a long leather skirt.

In order to kiss her sexy leather overknees, I love to let her force me to get on my knees.

I am trying to get a glimpse between her leather legs as my tongue vigorously cleans the boot heel.

My leather mistress immediately punishes it if she sees it and lets me feel one of her leather whips.

I always feel like I'm in paradise when I'm in her dominatrix studio because the entire space smells so strongly of leather.

The first few times I went there, I almost passed out from my intense leather fetish.

Because my mistress is not the only one wearing leather in this training room; leather sofas and a throne made of soft nappa leather, which she once claimed was artistically created by another slave, are also present.

Several leather whips, almost all of which I've felt from my leather mistress, are lined up and hung on the wall in order of size.

I have so far only avoided the large bullwhip.

On days when I am allowed to serve while naked by my leather mistress, my leather training resembles more of a whip training.

As a leather slave, I am permitted to wear my leather attire on other occasions.

It's always a special treat for me when I can dress entirely in leather, from leather panties to a leather mask, as I don't typically have the opportunity to move around completely covered in leather outside of my four walls.

I've now purchased so many leather clothes that I almost have an entire closet full of them, which is a different effect on my leather fetish.

Likewise, I'm always buying my leather dominatrix something new, preferably a pair of sexy boots since I adore them when she wears them.

There is nothing, in my opinion, more beautiful than a woman dressed in tight leather and displaying her proportions.

The bright red leather trouser suit that my leather mistress wears is especially flattering on her because it accentuates her beautiful round curves.

My leather education is that of a classic dominatrix and is based more on worship and devotion, as well as on living out my passion for leather, than on sex, though I do occasionally dream of having sex with my leather mistress.

As I had to discover at a leather meeting of the SM, many SM members don't comprehend that, and I didn't feel at home there because I am already an outsider as a leather slave.

My leather dominatrix gave me something that I couldn't pay for with money, and it was a painful experience for me that even the SM circle didn't understand; as a result, I continue to visit her studio and gladly pay for it.

It's possible that the readers of this article don't comprehend it, but I consider it a great blessing to be able to combine my fetish for leather with my work in the field.

Of course, I also need to have sex, but I want leather more than sex.

Since then, I've been visiting my leather mistress on a regular basis in the dominatrix studio, and I've undoubtedly spent a lot of money on my leather fetish.

Others, however, enjoy expensive hobbies like golf or driving fancy cars, which are also not cheap!

After a successful session of leather training, I sometimes return home whipped, other times with thick testicles, and other times with a juiced penis.

I still find it exciting and appealing that no two sessions are the same.

Even now and then, my leather dominatrix will assign me tasks to complete for her.

My previous job required me to sleep in full leather gear every night.

I'd never done anything like that before!

Of course, the night was restless and shaped by horny thoughts, but such imaginative tasks from my leather dominatrix make me very happy.

I naturally submit, so during leather training, my leather mistress commands me to do things quite frequently.

I'm a little masochistic, which makes me more prone to whiplashes, but I'm a "good leather slave," as my mistress likes to say.

Why should I artificially rebel when I enjoy serving and following?

Because I perform better when I submit voluntarily during leather training, my leather mistress likes having me as a slave.

She enjoys using me for various tasks, especially when I'm permitted to dress in leather, and she also enjoys using that.

Does this require me to leave the house?

Even going outside to throw out the trash would be a huge challenge for me.

Naturally, my leather mistress is aware of this because she is aware that in reality, I am a completely different person.

If I had the option, do you think I would choose a life entirely in leather?

But I can't picture myself as a mere leather slave.

Maybe what fascinates me so much and keeps kicking me again is the contrast between my everyday life and my position as a leather slave.