Queen Leather

Hot pink satin sheets smeared with  
salacious colors of leathery heat
the soft warm buttery feel and  
sweet earthy scent of  
her high heeled leather booties and  
thigh high leather boots excites  
my unconventional erotic fetishes
 
She is insatiably incorrigible
a fiendishly freaky  
sadomasochist & BDSM nymphomaniac  
encompassing all my sexual obsessions
wants and desires
 
A masterwork of pleasure and pain
domineering and hardcore  
equipped with leather straps and
spike cuffs
metal collars, dog leashes and
cyberpunk harnesses
she uses whips and crops
clothe pins and paddles to
keep me well mannered and
well behaved
 
Beautifully covered in
purple and blue
red and brown
black and gray  
gradient colored bruises  
she wrangles my gaze  
low in submission
 
She frightens me at times  
especially when the thin steel heels  
of her stilettos wrapped in leather  
almost pierces into my flesh
 
When I wince in pain  
she screams "oh stop being a pussy and  
get your mind right Bitch Boy"  
It get to the point where  
I, "ahem", sometimes  
I feel woefully inadequate  
in the art of pain management         
           
"Give me more cock"    
"Yes daddy go deeper"      
"Please don't stop pounding my 😻"  
&    
Wait! "My stomach, whoa"  
let me get my mind right baby!    
are some of her favorite catchphrases

Queen leather wants what she wants
how and when she wants without delay
she calls me Mr. Stay Ready
cause I wear her leather scent every day