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I have slave fluffy under absolute control of my leather. He surrenders to my leather gloves as they slide across his face and hold his bitch mouth shut, or as each inhalation through his nose is full of the scent of my leather dress if I XXXX him against my perfect body. As he thanks his Goddess for the privilege I allow him to worship my leather, sniffing my gloves and kissing each finger. The scent lingers on my hands as fluffy continues to worship the hands that control his fate. But those same beautiful hands were designed specifically to torture men, to control every heartbeat and physical need.