Elis Euryale - Leather Boots and Spurs

You call yourself a good leather slave, is that right? I want to see passion in your eyes, I want to see you fully let go. My complete leather outfit makes you weak - my leather skirt, my leather top and most of all my thigh high leather boots. I know you would so anything to please me. Listen: look down there, at my feet. I have attached shiny gold spurs to my beautiful boots, and I want you to lick and kiss them. It might hurt your tongue, it might be sharp, who cares? That's how you can prove your devotion to me. You know teasing is in my nature, and being denied is what you do best after all. Worship my gold spurs, and you might please me, slave...