You’re awestruck by how powerful I look in this fur coat. Your knees buckle as you drop to the floor only to find yourself at my leather boots. How can you possibly keep yourself from spiraling down into submission before me now? The buttery leather has you transfixed, eager to lap your tongue at my boots in an act of worship. As you run your tongue up my boots and gaze up at me your weakness overcomes you. My soft furs remind you of how helpless you are right now. You’re vulnerable prey to me. You’d give anything to run your hands across my fur coat, even if it meant removing your hand from your dick.