You are Blackmailed by Princess Diss Leather Ass

Princess Diss, with her sly smile and piercing eyes, had managed to obtain all of your personal information. It was frighteningly simple for her to manipulate you, using your weakness for leather leggings to drain every intimate detail from you. The thought of her having complete control over your phone, monitoring your every move, sent a shiver down your spine. You were trapped, destined to continue worshipping Princess Diss's leather-clad form or face the consequences. Her tight leather arse in those leggings taunted you, a constant reminder of your powerlessness against her cunning ways. How does it feel to be her blackmailed slut?