I adore fetish wear, whether it be leather, rubber or PVC. To wear it transforms a quiet, reserved personal assistant in a firm of solicitors to an absolute dominant Mistress. As soon as I put on my leather catsuit and my thigh high boots, leather collar and cuffs I am transformed into the most wonderful dominant Goddess you would ever want to meet even in your most horniest of dreams. If you were having a session with me you would be reduced to your knees with your head bowed and you do not look at me until you hear me call you ‘slaveboy’. Then you can look at me and see what a beautiful, dominant woman stands before you. You will worship my expensive Italian leather boots, feeling your tongue running up the zips, to the edges of them where your tongue will stay there until I dismiss your tongue from the leather. I will push my rubber gloved fingers inside your arse and finger fuck you, feeling the length of them pressing inside you, making your cock twitch as I feel you’re prostrate. Then you will be forced to suck my gloves clean. Pressing them into your throat and having you suck them clean for me. I hate mess!
You will be forced on your knees and walk over to my chair where you will sit beside me as I put your collar and lead on you. You will be paraded around my dungeon, and I will have you on webcam so my Mistress colleagues can see what a pathetic little fetish slut you are. I will insist you make a phone call to a cheap phone sex line and I want to hear you tell the Mistress on there what a little fetish wimp you are.