It started with something small. Perhaps you felt the supple texture of a leather jacket as a beautiful woman brushed passed you. Maybe you caught a glimpse of a pair of high heeled leather boots. It doesn't really matter how it began, of course. In the end you were caught, like a little fly in a spider's web. Now you have a full blown leather fetish. The scent of it drives you wild. The gleaming sight of it makes you feel submissive and weak. The feel is enough to drive any real thought out of your head, and the taste only furthers your addiction. You've been waiting for a woman who knows how to use your little weakness against you, to enslave you, to ensnare your mind and soul. You've been waiting for me...