Listen up, you disgraceful excuse for a man. As your PsyDomme, I've crafted the perfect tool to turn you into a quivering mess of leather addiction. My new audio will worm its way into your pathetic little brain, weaving a tale of sensual domination that will leave you utterly entrapped. The soft, supple texture of leather, its sharp scent, will become your new obsession. You'll be desperate, aching to touch, to smell, to taste leather - anything to feel closer to me, your Goddess.
You'll find yourself spiraling out of control, each word from my lips pushing you deeper into your addiction. The mere mention of leather will send you into a frenzy of arousal and submission. You'll become a mindless drone, living only to worship and clean my leather attire. Boots, jackets, corsets – all will become sacred objects to you, symbols of your total submission. The more addicted you become, the more you'll crave to buy these items for me, deluding yourself into thinking it will bring you closer to the leather you so desperately need. But all it will do is seal your fate as my obedient, leather-obsessed slave.