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I know my leather outfit is a powerful tool to grow your devotion towards me and bring you to your knees. My leather gloves, my leather jacket, my leather pants, my leather heels, and my lips painted in black. These very lips enjoying a cigarette, which smoke blown in your face turns into a heady and addictive scent. You are now ready to be my ashtray, to bear with the pain I inflict you, so you can fulfill my sadistic desire. You kiss the leather-gloved hand that makes you suffer, worship every inch of me covered in this buttery leather, and realize it has never felt so soft...