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LOVELY LEATHER

She had been a classmate of his for years, but he barely even noticed Her back then. Years later She started hanging out with a member of a notorious motorcycle gang. Well, so they said anyway. One day he saw Her walking down the street, dressed in tight leather. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life and he started following Her around. She immediately knew what was going on and waited for him to come around the corner. She pushed him against the wall and grabbed his hard-on by the horns. It literally sucked the air out of him. She threatened to tell Her boyfriend and he begged Her for mercy.
Here’s the deal, creep, She hissed. I want you to masturbate for Me each and every day.
Frightened, he obeyed for many years. But over time, he began to wonder what the hell he was doing. He had not seen Her since that afternoon, so there was nothing to worry about. He and his dick went their own way.
He was in a bar one day, waiting for his order, when someone came up behind him and locked an arm around his throat. An arm in a leather jacket. He didn’t have eyes on the back of his head, but he immediately knew who it was. Then a voice, Her voice, in his ear: You’re not cheating on Me, are you, creep?
No Ma’am, he squeaked in fear.
Good. Continue masturbating for Me until I tell you to stop. Do not disobey Me, fuck-face.
He never saw Her again, but he’s still masturbating with Her in mind. Never skips a day. Because She has not told him to stop.

SLAVE TO HER OUTFIT

It’s not Her clothes that make Her dominant; it’s Her personality, the tone of Her voice and Her demanding eyes. In other words: a Mistress in rags is still a Mistress. She’s a Woman and She must be obeyed at all times. On the other hand, as Princess Beverly so rightly put it in one of Her clips: sometimes guys will buy a Financial Domination clip, just based on something you’re wearing. She’s 100% right, as far as I’m concerned, because I’m always on the lookout for something shiny. Just a glimpse of a satin blouse, a PVC skirt, nylon shorts, leather gloves or a wet-look jacket are enough to brighten up the day. Once upon a time one of my colleagues came to work wearing a short, leather skirt. Man, I couldn’t think of anything else for the rest of the day. And night. She had tried it on in a shop somewhere, had looked at Herself in the mirror and bought it. Sadly enough She wore it only once, and yet it changed everything. Because I would never be able to look at Her again with the same eyes. She would always be The Girl With The Leather Skirt. I was willing to walk through a brick wall for Her, I really was. So to quote Princess Beverly one more time: I can make you do anything, based on My outfit. So very, very, very true.