You have a weakness for leather. It takes you over, makes you weak. I know this all too well and am going to use this knowledge in order to make you submit to me. I'll show off my leathers: my supple, black leather jacket, my tight leather skirt, and, of course, my Italian stiletto boots. The scent of them drives you wild. The feel of them drains your willpower and the taste breaks your weak little mind. Before you know it, you're on your knees in worship, begging to be my slave...